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Walking along the road, Sunny let his eyes wander across all the shops and stores, searching for the blacksmith. He hadn't gone far at all when he saw the tell-tale sign, literally, of a hammer and anvil outside of a shop. Smoke was rising from an attached chimney, another sign that he had found what he was looking for. As he entered the shop his eyes took a moment to adjust. There was light flickering from a forge, accompanied by sparks flying from a hammer striking metal. A clang would ring out with each strike and Sunny could now see a man with a leather apron turning the weapon he was

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Hiddens breath hitched, and with trembling hands she returned Mari's embrace. Her fingers gripped Mari's shirt tight, like a lifeline. As though Mari would disappear if she were to let go for even a second. Mari felt a little guilty at that. Being imprisoned meant she had no way of messaging anyone - she had no clue if Hidden had tried, and her calls for aid or advice, or company had gone unanswered. Had she reached out? if so...how many times went unanswered? Messages lost to the void? Another small squeeze before Mari let go, her hands lingered on Hiddens shoulders. "I suppose the matching c

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Not all her secrets could be revealed. At that point they wouldn’t be special anymore. If everyone in Aincrad was using Morrighan's ways of things, that might just break the game. An index finger presses against her chin. Breaking this game seemed sorta fun, but on the other hand she wouldn’t be able to promise the safety of all players that didn’t have a contract with her. At first thought, it was a great idea but thinking more into it, meh not so much. Morrighan in her crimson red robe, starts to fiddle with her toys. One made by her own hands. There were a few people that knew how to build

There was something in the woman’s tone — flat, resigned, like she’d already made peace with being unwelcome. Like she'd done this dance before and knew how it ended. Hidden caught it immediately, and it hit a little harder than it should have. Was that how people felt, talking to her? Like they were already halfway out the door before the conversation began? She offered her name mostly out of habit. Maybe boredom. The day had been quiet in that too-still way, and she'd figured a little small talk wouldn’t hurt. Maybe this stranger would at least be an interesting footnote in an otherwise unev

Eventually getting to the bottom she would snap her fingers again and this time a portal showed up. “Thank the actual gods” as she hops through. A large cherry blossom tree in the middle of the soft green grass. She would smile, it was starting to look like it was supposed to. Day by day one step at a time, it was beginning to feel like home again. CLANK CLANK CLANK her chest came wandering over to greet her. She pats it twice and the lid flings wide open. Grabbing a few things inside, body half way in the hole that was like a Santa bag. It seemed to never end, lifting herself out ho

With a sigh, she realized that she would have to walk down the large mountain side again. “People have a very false knowledge of gods these days” starting to walk down the cliff side. Her teleport masked as a portal was not going to work up here. Apparently it was supposed to be a sacred place. PFFT “Sacred my ass, it's just a bunch of fakes that think they know what they're doing” talking to herself as her feet collide with the dirted ground that seemed to not cause her to be dirty. She wasn’t sure what the next few creations would be when she was up here next but there was no doubt that it w

Gathering all her equipment, pushing back through the crowd of imbecile. It was clear that they had never seen anything like it before. Even the texture of a regular pot here in Aincrad was not that vibrant of a green color. This would teach them not to challenge the master crafter. She knew that she would be back here at least a handful more times when she got the other crafts bag up to par. She would work on them one at a time though. It was the fastest way to get it done quicker. It was how she had done it so easily back in the day too. Wrapping the chain into a small bundle, she sets it in

“So about that reward, it is clear to me that I won so fork it over.” Left hand on her hip while the other was reaching out palm up toward the NPC that she was supposed to be challenging. To them it was mind blowing but to her it was an everyday craft. Clearing her throat very loudly to get their attention. He leans back up standing tall as they walk to stand in front of Morrighan. Pulling something from his coat pocket, setting it into her hand. It was a small amulet with a chain. “Can we keep this here?” the dude says as he looks back toward the potion. “I mean I guess if you really want it.

Pulling it off the heat, it gives a soft glow. She sets it on the table and looks at the others who are now circled around her. Placing the mitt on the table and backing up. They all move in to get a closer look. It was a bit weird because it wasn’t just the dude that she walked to when she first walked in. It was literally all the figures observing that content that was just created. “We have never seen anything like this” another one says “This is so potent” someone else comments “This is more than just a masterpiece creation.” They were all so fixated and amused with Morrighan’s craft. It w

Knowing that the more potent the potion was the more material it needed which meant the more liquid there would be in the held container. These flasks were hand crafted. Also out of content, the bigger the better. The other thing that she knew was this may not be something that the system or people in Aincrad could use. It might be too strong or not match any recipe that has ever been used for such a complex potion. Who knows, maybe when it was completed the system would change the name or dumb it down so it could be used. A shrug of her shoulders as she continues watching the brew. After a fe

Adding the grinded powder to the mixture, she would let it dissolve again. Waiting for it to boil, holding her ground for a few seconds more before putting on the mitt and removing it from the heat once more. Setting it on the table, she sets one of the four leaf clovers in the bowl. These were a little more complex. They were rougher at the edges and a thicker material. She would have to put more force into breaking this one down. At the corner of her eyes she could see the NPC’s gathering around her. A smirk peers on her face as she continues the process. A couple minutes pass, the clover is

It would be used for the next chain of ingredients. It was very possible to burn the potion if it was left on the heat too long. Any basic alchemist would know this information. Morrighan turns to see how the supposed champion was doing, they were staring at Morrighan and the work that she was doing. It was almost like they had never seen such precision in alchemy before. Weird, maybe they would learn a thing or two and stop acting like they were the kings and queens of absolutely nothing. Turning back to her work, she would begin to grind another two blood herbs in the small bowl. Collecting

First the grinding of the bloody and base. Setting on in the pestle, using the blender to crush the herb into tiny flakes. It was almost a powder when she was done with it. She pours the content into the flask like bottle and starts working on the next. Grinding the base herb in her little ceramic bowl until it became powder as well. She slowly pours some water into the bloody leaf blend and turns the heat on underneath her potion making kit. She would let that dissolve first then add the base when it was done. It was the only way to ensure that it combined the correct way. The liquid began to

With the twist of each lid, she sets 4 jars down on the ground. Collecting the water, closing them tightly so they had no chance of leaking in her bag. After they were all full and packed away she would get up and head back to where she came in. With little effort she was staring back at the huge white building that the imposters were lolly gagging in. Pushing through the large metal doors like they were nothing, it had been 4 minutes. It wasn’t really her fault, the system was rigged and she had a feeling that this would be too. Walking to a bare table she takes out a mortar and pestle. Setti

Around a bent, down a long hallway. Now that she thought about it this looked a lot like Barri Dungeon back home but it was different. There were shafts and cart rails everywhere on the ground and walls. “Haha” she knew that this was the cardinal fucking with her. Jokes on his though, she knew every path that each zone had to offer. The only reason that this place would be different is because she didn’t recall this place having a water source or a clover patch. As she walked through the next threshold, there they both were. That is what made this dungeon different from back home, this right h

She didn’t want to have to come back out here to gather more materials. It was purely a waste of time. This whole thing was a waste of time but to get better by game standards she had to do it. There were only 2 ingredients left. The first was a four leaf clover, they were sorta a bitch in her world to get unless you had the pig to gather from. This was one of her friends of the animal variety that she had not found yet, she would have to make due. Glancing around the cave interior there was none, so she moved further into the cavern hoping that there was a water source and the patch that she

In this cave there was a whole smattering of herbs patches. This is what she liked to see. Reaching down to the bloody herb patch, that wasn’t what they were called here but old habits die hard. Plucking a few from the patch needing a total of three, she would grab a few more for good measures. The next on her list was base herbs or in this game it was called green herbs. The context of the idea was clearly stolen from her world. If it looks the same and acts the same then in reality it actually is the same with a different name. It was a little annoying but she plucked a few from the roots th

They finally return, “Fine, you have ten minutes to gather what you need” the dude tells her. Morrighan laughs saying “I’ll be back in 5” as she turns and almost runs into the larger creature. “Move it” she says rushing past the thing. She thought that this was a huge waste of time, but the game required her to do it to move forward with her crafts. She would obliged, for now. As she walked out the huge metal doors, a mental list started forming in her head of the materials that were needed. Base potions, she already figured out how to make her way. They did not sell such things in this game s

“Wow you really think that low of me?” good she could hear fear in that voice. “He is huffin and puffin, could blow a house down with that breath.” Pointing a thumb back behind her toward the creature. They sit down with a glare toward the woman. “So what do you nerds need to do for this dumb quest?” Morrighan says in an outburst not wanting to stand around longer than she had too. “Make us something that impresses us, everything that you need is right over there.” pointing toward the table that had a bunch of equipment and materials on it. “Hmm counter offer, you use that crap and I’ll find m

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The creature left Morrighan at the top with folded arms and a tapping of one foot to the dusted ground waiting. Seeing the thing struggling to keep pace, he was out of breath when he got there. The thing held the side of the mountain wall huffing. It was most likely the fastest that he had ever needed to go, that was just sad. “Chop chop dude, time is ticking” saying as she tries to light a fire under their ass. With a deep sigh of an impatient breath she would move forward to the large towered white building. A place that she had been once before to gather things that belonged to her. Pushing