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Her face was beat red. She could absolutely be easily riled up. "I... can't dispute that." she managed to get out. She cleared her throat and looked own at her cup. Emilia was an interesting person for sure. She had already opened Katoka's eyes to a few new things to really think about. She had a beauty that was enthralling to her, an older woman aura that did things to the samurai's mind that she had not felt before. It made her want to talk to her more, get to know her, among other things. Stroking the rim of the cup she glanced at the woman next to her, as she spoke. "I suppo

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Sunny returned to the same area he had carried out his gathering. The plains of the first floor were vast, and Sunny had already seen groups of boar wandering around earlier. "May as well start where I know they were." he thought to himself. His hand rested on the sword hilt as he walked, looking for the boarlets that would provide the tusks required by Lyle. Sunny snorted at the thought of the blacksmith. "Maybe he'll let me get a word in after I bring him the tusks and I'll be able to move on with the quest." It didn't take long for Sunny to locate a group of boarlets and as he dre

By the time she had finished her drink Katoka was feeling the effects of it. An indicator for the status effect popped up for her and she grinned. "Ohh yeahh, I deff. I deffurnatly can drunk get now." She laughed and tipped her glass back to try and capture any remaining ice with her tongue. It was a messy task but she managed to get a piece to crunch down on, her face and chest not wet with water. She was having fun, the alcohol was helping her loosen up and she didn't really care about much now. She was in the company of two people that wanted to spend time with her. Normally if that th

"Funny you mention that" eyes watch the tea in her glass swirl as she swished the cup in her hand slowly. "Most people would say that the front line is the most important role in Aincrad. Getting to the last floor so the people will be free from this hell." Repositioning in her chair, sitting sideways leaning against the table with an elbow. "I would have to half agree with that. It isn't the only war being fought." Biting her bottom lip as she inhales softly. "Say we get out, that we finally get free from this dungeon that we all mostly willingly came into. Like a mouse stuck in the cage with

"How have I never been here before?!" Theo's vision of the floor was the first sense that came to him when entering this floor. Aryut's landscape stretched out beyond Theo and the archer couldn't help but smile as they took it all in. Their first instinct was to traverse the vines and branches of the floor but thought better of it when Theo remembered how terrible their hand-eye coordination truly was. Maybe later, when I've been here for more than like two minutes. Theodore quickly stepped off the main teleportation platform and began to explore this floor that they, surprisingly, had not bee

Hidden led her across the bridge, her hand still wrapped around Mari’s like she was afraid letting go might undo the whole moment — as if the two of them might snap back to their separate corners of the world if the connection broke. The house came into view as the two crested a bend in the path. It stood with quiet dignity at the edge of the cliff, a two-story home that didn’t quite match the sleepy, forgotten feel of the surrounding woods. Where everything else looked worn and weathered by time, the house had clearly been built with intention and affection. Sloping eaves framed arched w

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