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  2. With that, the elemental was destroyed and the world saved. Aside from the burning land around them. Also, Morningstar wasn't convinced that the world was in any real danger at all. "We should probably leave this to the next tier players in the area and move on to the raid. People will be waiting." Before Morningstar could concur, Freyd was berated for his disinterest in Cinnabar's plot. He bit his tongue to avoid being flayed. Frankly, he had no idea what was going on, nor the relevance of the sudden appearance of the elemental. With a sigh, he considered Vigilon's question. "
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  4. It didn't take Ren long to finish his work. Morningstar, continuing his examination of the smith's wares, spun around upon hearing his voice. "That was quick," he chimed, lifting the two packages from the counter and going on his way. "Thanks! I'm sure I'll be back." He raced back to his shop, eager to try out his newly improved blade and to hand over the scythe that Nari had been searching for. He stepped through the teleportation arch and, on the other side, materialized on floor eight. About an hour later, he sat the packaged weapons on his workbench and crafted a message to his friend
  5. With a polite smile and nod, Ren collected the items brought to him, immediately assessing how best to go about his task. While not quite a master, yet, the blacksmith had managed to develop his skill enough to warrant a steady stream of business. It also warmed his heart that he could make a difference for those more regularly out in the field than he typically managed himself. A short while later, Ren returned, signaling Morningstar that his goods were ready and as ordered. The system had done most of the work, but Ren insisted on doing as much as he possibly could personally, if onl
  6. After finally finding a small forge that suited his needs Wulfrin set to work attempting to build up a stock of items. While yes he could sell them, it was more likely he could use them to fuse together for more powerful items. He set to work on a few weapons. DATE: [30/10/20] RANK 1 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 0/19] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 2 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Crafting Tier 1 [One-Handed Straight Sword]s: RESULT: +0XP () | [EXP: 0/19]
  7. Kyo glanced sharply at Vigilon when he mentioned Krysta, but kept silent. If she tried to poke for information now, it would probably just end with these three relative strangers telling her to keep her nose out of it. Being a level-one player, that wasn't exactly unreasonable... but the idea still chafed. If not for Sword Art Online, after all, Kyo would have claimed easy seniority over any of these guys when it came to facing dangerous situations. But she set that relatively useless thought aside and simply filed away the name Krysta. Someone to look up when she made her way to Floor Eleven,
  8. Towards the outskirts of Coral on Floor 22, there rests a small smithy. It may be small but the open concept for the forge allows for a wonderful view of the nearby lake. The sounds of metal being worked can be heard as it's smith strikes away at a project. "Be with ya in a moment," The young smith says noticing you almost immediately. "In the mean time feel free to shop the racks, or if you need something specific fill out a form!" He quickly reaches a stopping point before approaching the counter to help you with whatever needs you may have. Amenities: - Ambition Tool Price List
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  10. Source: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/39174-f21-r7-blacksmith-the-knight-shift-open/?do=findComment&comment=678101 Item Fusion #1: Item Fusion #2:
  11. Morningstar, gentle with his weapons, made a display across Rencesvals' table. He laid out two straight swords and two polearms, each with some sort of frost enhancement. He had also brought the required scales and shards for the task at hand. "Two fusions, please," Morningstar said to the black smith. "Bleeding Giant's for me, Siondhe's for a customer. Just need the enhancements switched around. Oh, and I'll turn Giant into a demonic, while we're at it." He placed two gleaming scales and one demonic shard on the counter. "No rush on this—I'm staying in town for a little while anyway
  12. Morningstar nodded, following with a punch of his own. Unlike his previous attempt, his fist hit it firmly. It was his best one yet. Satisfied, he stepped back. "Yeah, from what I can remember, it was difficult putting together teams for the previous raid fight. The roles were awkward to fill and some people had to respec into tanks just to even it out. I haven't heard anything about the labyrinth on twenty-eight yet. I imagine someone's already taken it upon themselves to take a peek, but they aren't so easy that you can just wander in and clear them. They take time and preparation."
  13. Vigilon blinked. "Yeah...they wanted my Tiger Rage potion...Floor 6." He answered. "I was willing to defend myself for it, but someone decided to leave me at their mercy." He added, resisting the urge to point at or glare at Freyd. "Two players against one, not really the best odds if they're close to even footing, as numbers will offer an advantage..." Granted, he was able to win just barely after a frantic chase throughout the floor, but he didn't want to have to deal with that again. Vigilon took a deep breath. "Of course, I did kinda overhear the two players a bit before
  14. bunch of unique identifications, all paid for.
  15. The battle was won, but now there was a pressing matter to discuss. Freyd suggested ignoring the matter entirely in favor of not leaving anyone waiting. This would surely have moral consequences to leave this to someone else. "Why are you suggesting this with utter nonchalance?" Krysta questioned. "Absolutely not. We cannot simply ignore the potential dangers this situation poses. Leaving this to the more downtrodden players is reprehensible!" She stated, the tone of her voice being rather stern. If someone with less stats or luck were to happen upon this situation, they would surely die. Krys
  16. "Good plan," Morningstar replied, wishing he was weird and carried chalk instead. He placed his hand on the wall as well "Guess we go right, then." And so they did, following the winding path until their path branched again. This time, they were left with two distinct choices. They could turn and continue to walk freely through the wooden passageway or they could go straight, towards two armed guards. While at first glance, the decision was obvious, Morningstar was not so sure. The guards stood face-to-face, with their backs to the walls. In a hushed whisper, he turned to Oji. "Usually, g
  17. "Right now," Wulfrin said as he stepped up to the boulder. "I'm just glad I'm still even getting to experience this place. It's odd honestly. I have to remind myself that this isn't my life, that it all has to end." Wulfrin took his stance and prepared to strike. "It's weird I almost feel like I belong here more than the real world. It's like some kind of advanced Stockholm syndrome, but if you look past the whole death game aspect, it's actually a pretty decent experience." Wulfrin reared his fist back and struck the boulder. The collision was solid and continued to chip away at the boulder's
  18. now it is 2.24.2024 cost = identifications[30,400]+rerolls[31,000]-junk[12,700]=48,700 col
  19. Freyd was actually in his shop for a change, doing the unthinkable and sorting through the vast assortment of miscellaneous junk he'd accumulated over years of grinding and questing across every imaginable corner of Aincrad, and then back again. Dingo had been given the day off, mostly to keep him from interfering. The kid meant well, but was so lazy that sloths looked like hyper-caffeinated squirrels by comparison. "Spare weapons?! Pfft. You'd be doing me a favour. Here," he added, calling into existence a massive pile of mishappen objects, each of which held the potential to injure
  20. "We are all monsters," he repeated, as if this perspective had yet to be considered to its fullest. Doubt flooded his mind at the prospect and ran a dozen simultaneous scenarios, knowing what he knew about those he considered most noble or innocent in this world. The mental effort expended to reconcile the outcome in so brief a time might be considered epic, under different circumstances. Such was the abundance of data to be processed, tabulated and compared. So many of the variables were subjective, denying attempts to quantify or even qualify beyond the realms of instinct or opinion. Pe
  21. She didn't grin in response to his kindness, the words clearly spoken from a level of his heart - or where one would find a heart, in a being such as themselves - in an earnest attempt to show his warmth towards Nari. The knightess found the words somehow more welcoming than the many placating, half-false attempts that others had made, and the corner of her mouth twitched towards smiling as she cocked her head to the left. Without breaking stride, her hands reaching down and tugging slightly at the small purple skirt that surrounded the upper layers of her armoured legs, she gave what could on
  22. His next punch was a bit too gentle. This time, the boulder didn't budge. He didn't mention it, his mind already wandering elsewhere. "Oh, you know Freyd and Nari? They're good people, great additions to the friends list." "I get what you mean, though. Even for me, it's hard to find people of equal level. I guess it stops mattering, eventually. There aren't enough frontline-level players for people to be picky about who they invite to things. Even if you're twenty or thirty levels down, you'll surely have the chance to throw yourself into some fights that probably aren't intended for you.
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  24. "Heard of it? Yes. Been there? Not yet." Wulfrin replied. "But it is on the list." Wulfrin cracked his fist against the boulder once more, this time he struck true. The crack expanded more and more, the visible damage finally starting to show. "Shouldn't be too long before this thing shatters." Wulfrin said as he took a step back, clearing a way for Morningstar. "Honestly it will take a lot to get me to go somewhere other than near Coral. It's kinda nostalgic. I just wish I had more people around my skill level. This game is designed to be tackled by parties of players, but I'm basically flyin
  25. "No worries," Morningstar shrugged, following Wulfrin's act with a punch of his own. A rock flicked off the boulder, nearly hitting him in the eye. "Always need more crafters, I think. Raids can be costly and there's only so many players who can afford to support the frontlines' needs. And then there's people like you, fresh out of the Town of Beginnings and in need of gear. I can toss a unique in the direction of a frontliner, but I'm not much help when it comes to low tier items. Smiths are valuable." Stretching out his wrists, he moved out of Wulfrin's way. "I like twenty-two
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