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Thread Summary Sinnamon | [Word Count: 636/5 = 127.2] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] +300 = 682 EXP 5 Materials <<Blacksmith>> Profession Unlocked <<Beating Stick>> | T1 Perfect Straight Sword | ACC III 1 Mon

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Back at the forge, Sin delivered the materials to Callum. “That was quick,” the young blacksmith said. “You barely left!” “I like to be efficient,” Sin replied. “So how do I do thiis?” Rhetorical question. Just like with Artisan, another Profession was added to her crafting menu the moment she turned in the materials. She tapped the Blacksmithing tab and pressed the button to initiate the craft. Rather than go through the motions of pounding steel and heating metal, she just let the system do its own thing. It worked only because she was standing at what the game considered to b

The distance between the main gate and the first pack of lootable mobs was barely the size of a football field. Learning her lesson from her last Quest, Sin took great pains to make sure that the arrangement and her angle of attack was just so. It took a bit of waiting. Well, a lot of waiting, really. But eventually, the mobs managed to clump up in such away that the arc of her Sword Art would tag each one of them. At least, if they didn't move last second. She dashed out of the bushes. As she entered their aggro radius, the mobs all turned directly towards her. It would have been intimid

Sin found herself entirely unimpressed by the doe-eyed Blacksmith working the forge in front of her. Until now, every NPC that she had come across had looked the part of an expert in their field. Even Drax, creep-ass old dude that he was. But this guy - Callum - didn't even have calluses on his hands. And unless NPCs in this game had a baller-ass moisturizing routine, she doubted that he would be much help in the grand scheme. Not like she needed it. Sin wasn't exactly one to go through the ritual of crafting - unlike some tall, dark and handsomes she knew. “Hey, uh. You looking to become

Artisan had been easy. At least setting up the work space in her office had been. But a whole-ass forge? Sin would need to get creative. But that was a problem for the future. For now, she needed to unlock the damned profession. And if it was anything like the last time, it would be a quick hop skip and jump. Talk to person, go gather materials, come back, craft. Easier than she was, really. And so she did just that, helping herself to an item from the Guild Vault as she did. Perk of being Visionary's Treasurer. She had pretty much carte blanche free reign over the items in storage. She w

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Thread Summary Sinnamon | [Word Count: 1043/5 = 208.6] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] + 300 = 926 EXP <<Artisan>> Profession 5 Materials <<Accelerant>> | T1 Perfect Trinket | ACC II, EVA I 1 Mon

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She is using some Mystic Essence ID: 256758, 256763-1, 256763-2 Identifying: T1 Perfect Unidentified Weapon | ID: 196302a

Takes ID: 196302a "God you're hot girl." @Simmone

Yoink to @Sinnamon Perfect T1 Weapon (5) | 196269a, 196300b, 196300c, 196301b, 196302a

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EAL Artisan Eval Appraising - Mystic Essence Used

Sin was greeted by the chime of a bell overhead as she returned to Malachi’s shop. The man looked at her with peculiarity. Almost as if she was surprised that she made it back. Then, that perplexed expression morphed into a visage of pure joy. “You’re back, madam! I am glad you’ve returned.” The way he spoke almost made her believe it. That facsimile of concern might have fooled a lesser woman. Still, she responded with a smile. NPC or no, it was nice to simply socialize. “I did. Thank you for your warning, Malachi. I see what you mean about the monsters becoming more dangerous

“Y- You know him?” Mari reached for the cup of hot chocolate she had placed beside her.. After the tense interactions earlier, she needed something stronger, so stood and picked up the whiskey that sat on the mantle above the fire, pouring it straight from the decanter to the small cup Mari sighed. “Yeah. That's why I allowed you into my house in the first place.” A pause as she glanced outside, her windows rattled lightly, battered by the winds. “Mostly. You’d probably be dead if you stayed out there. Considering you don’t seem to know how to use teleport crystals.” A slightly accusator