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Thread Closure: 1*Demonic Shard {Quest} Nisahime | [Word Count: 191/5 = 38.2] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 401 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 60 col 300 * 1.05 = 315 EXP {Quest} <<Forager>> Profession Total EXP: 716 EXP

Walking into the blacksmithing shop, she would wait till Nisahime was done. A knife was made, the quality looked great. Now it was her turn, as she put the ore chunks into the open furnace bowl allowing it to melt down into a liquid state. Taking a mitt so that she didn't burn herself, (Not sure if she actually could) she takes the handle and pours some into a few of the molds provide. Setting them on the cooling rack to harden, she would wait. It doesn't take long to dry, she picks the molds up and dumps each to the table. Taking the mitts off, she would grab the hammer to flatten them a bit

Listening carefully to Nisahime, she says this like she had experience in it. Like she had lived it, almost missed it. Taking a deep breath, maybe that was what CC was trying to relay. When ever they played it was with an empty crowd. Maybe one day she would be able to feel that rush. She had to prove to CC that she could be the best, maybe then she would be allowed to join the real band back home. They had years of experience one her, that was not going to stop her from trying though. Grabbing another shard free with a small wiggling motion, this was the last one. Setting it with the others,

Sliding into the towns thoroughfare, she'd immediately help herself to a furnace starting to refine down the raw ores into ingots. It wouldn't be more then a few moments before they'd take the shape of a couple of standard yet thin bars, and once they cool enough to become solid the woman takes a pair of brass tongs and plucks them out. Heavy leather mitts on her hands, she taps it onto an anvil and proceeds to pound away with a decently large dead blow hammer. Strike after strike sending sparks flying out against everything, drawing the metal out thin and pounding it flat. Lifting it up to he

"Yea no, never have. Up until this game I had never seen one outside of a photo." Watching the chest waddle around, it looked a bit like Sam but without the googly eyes. Sam's was just goofy looking but as was most of the creatures in this game. Tapping at the vein as Nisahime rushed to finish the work. The metal crashed hard with one last build up swing. She would gather the material that was useful out of the bunch of rocks clattering to the ground. She couldn't wait to ride a horse, something about it was just so amusing. She was also excited to tell her father that she was able to pick up

"Heh, that's what you think. But there is some aspects of a performance you simply are never going to catch on a recording. Looks, the rush of a crowd. The smell of excitement, which can be a little much. But that electricity. Nope." Nisahime would remark as she'd rip out a final stone, causing the little counter at the side of her vision to turn grey and then fade into obscurity. "Just practice, get better. Don't need to relive history over and over to improve. Thats an old wives tale. Anyway, hurry up. I'm heading back. Don't break any~" The woman would remark as she'd begin to slide away, w

"Hmm, I guess it's just a way to have a free hand and not have to switch on the fly." Back in the day??? Was that another way of saying in her other world. That still confused that crap out of her, all the talk about different universes and crap. She lived by facts most of the time but the stuff in this game as made her alter that opinion slightly. Not sure to what or how, it was a bit overwhelming to think about. "I think that it is a way to reflect your best self, in music anyway. Record it and look back to what you have accomplished." This was more true that she ever thought it would be. Th

Beginning to bag up her yield, taking care to snap off any loose grey bits that would only work to dirty any ingots that she'd refine. "Can't believe you've never ridden a horse before. That was pretty standard, then again cars didn't exist yet." The woman chuckled as the bag begin to fill up. The chest wanders into view, and she lifts its lid and tosses the pickaxe inside without an ounce of caution. "Good boy, wait for momma." Spoken as she closes the lid and taps it twice on the top, like patting a dog. "Finish up, I'm heading back." Nisa remarks as she'd scrunch up the top of the bag into

"There ya go, the first way to solve a problem is to address it." Nisahime chuckles, moving to another nest egg of the things. They sat protruding out of a stone like leaves of an aloe vera plant, these glimmering hunks of glass. Nisahime gingerly grasps one in her right hand, bending it back and forth like the shifter in a manual transmission. Eventually it becomes so loose that she can easily slide it free. "Yep pretty cool, now I am a little drawn back by the act of recording it and keeping it in your pocket. Back in my day we did that shit in battle. None of this pocket tape." The woman re

Eruda's eyes would light up with excitement, "Yes please, after we are done here though. Yea it's sorta on my bucket list." As much as she would love to drop what she was doing to parade on a horse, the woman seemed to persistent about getting this done ASAP. She wouldn't interrupted that motive. It was a hard quality to find in people, being so focused and driven that you would do anything to get it done faster. Time was a very precious thing, one not to be wasted. She has learned this well with Raidou. Chipping lightly at one of the boulders, before seeing something shine beneath it. One for

Walking back into the store, pointing straight at the dumb NPC that insisted on hearing himself talk. "Shut up, don't care." The woman barks out causing the mans raised finger to curl up like a banana. She'd start to glance at his equipment and it was abysmal to say the least. Talk about running on fumes, there was no metallic thread, no decent sheers and the loom was cobbled out of wood and normal ass string. "Great, useless. Just gotta...." The little flicker of green sparks like fireflies still stuck to her avatar, as Nisa would gingerly begin to run the string back and forth through the lo

"Maybe your right" taking a huge deep breath. It was clear that she had to start a schedule that involved lung usage. "To be far I have be trying to write songs of my own. It's a bit harder than I would like to admit." A small huff before glancing down to find another shard. "So it's reflecting light, cool" saying as she snaps it free softly. She didn't really know how fragile they actually were. Staring at it amused, she had never actually taken the time to observe such a fascinating item. They were also crushed or used right before something primal happened that would bring her focus elsewhe

Nisahime would offer the woman a shrug, not entirely gleaning her motive. "Sure I have, what of it?" Given it didn't quite link to the whole point of their little rendezvous. A light tap of her right hand, using her knuckle to pick out a weak point in the wall. Finding a hollow ring back, she'd easily found her target. Her undertaking of this quest and the numerous others she had aspired to today was nothing more then a formality, the woman was already long past a master at these tasks. "If you really want I can show you a couple, I remember you had the idea to ride the mare the other day." Ni

Grabbing the remaining clumps of wool and casting it into the drawstring bag it was more then enough to get started. The woman prances back into town, after mounting her metallic horse that had somehow ended up on this floor. Dismounting and tying it to a well like a hitching post, she'd loosen the slack on the strings and pull the top open. The wool billows out a bit like a frothing mug, and she takes a honest helping to a spinning wheel that a player had never even tried to use before now. The npc look to her in almost a dumbstruck confusion, as the girl whistles and a lime green flicker of

A smile on her face as she spoke, this woman was really unique. A sharp slam of the sharp end of the tool against the rock. It was just off kilter, she didn't want to hit the ore itself in risk of shattering it. Instead she would hit right next to it to loosen the rocks. Moving it around with the metal before yonking one of the materials. This content motion was something that she was used to, not the exact forward strike but the strength that you had to put into the strike. This vein was complete, it was time to move on to the next. "Did you ever find one of your other horses?" Making casual

Shaking her head in almost awe at how out of shape the girl was, Nisahime couldn't help but sprout a smile. "Damn girl, I am so much older then you. Maybe stop parking your butt in a chair and get some exercise. Kinda lame. Especially if you want to be singing on the real." The white haired woman offers in an obvious jest, trying to give her a bit more mojo to the fire and keep her moving instead of passing out. "The colors are because its a prism you dolt. Your seeing the light being bent once it goes inside, dividing it into different strands based on wavelength." Spoken so simply she'd sile

Running her hand along the wall, she stops. "Yanno, its just what I've always done. Let's just say I finally broke something." The woman explains without too much in depth analysis given there could very well be sets of ears listening in. Tapping twice on the wall, it would sound faintly hollow. Turning the pickaxe its heft right onto her right shoulder, the girl shuts one eye and tilts her head. Nisahime's tongue even pokes out briefly. Her legs widen and she grabs low on the tools handle. One hearty blow causes that tool to sink in quite precisely, and again the woman would begin to rock it

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Holding a wall breathing heavy, "Yea, yea" not even understanding what the woman said as she was trying to catch her breath. Eventually she would, finding a small crystal that took the color pink in appearance. What was with all the rando colors. Did it mean something different for each one. Maybe the white haired woman would know, plucking one off carefully as to not break the source of the crystal itself. "Hey what is with the different colors, is there a difference in frequency or something." Staring at it for only a moment before placing it with the other that was gathered. Hold her chest

Taking the knife and pushing it into her teeth, she'd clamp down threatening to carve her cheek open. "Get over here. If I have to chase you, you are going to end up in a frying pan." She grumbles in slightly garbled speech pointing at the space in front of her. The sheep she was glaring at lowers its head, as if it understood that she meant business. Walking over slowly, it sits like a dog and just accepts its fate. This one nice and white, but clearly it had a love for rolling around in the grass. The blades of the stuff stuck all up in its fuzz clearly drew attention to it. "Good." The woma

"Of course but I don't think I need it. Watch my father enough to know how it's done" a smirk peers on the side of her lips. All those play dates with the two familiars, he was always doing something whether it was making weapons or collecting basic ores for the creations. "I do have one question, you seemed to jump right on this stuff when stuff came out. Being who you are did you have something to do with the multiple profession thing." From her understanding they were only allowed 2 job tasked at a time then suddenly it was free range. There was something going on, more over the NPC's seeme

Jumping on top of its back, she'd wrangle the thing to the floor as she'd sweep its front legs. "Hold still, unless your aiming to lose an ear. Ya'll act like your dying." Nisahime barks out using her legs to keep it spread eagle, simply sliding that knife across its skin like a hot blade through butter. Her lump of wool quite a boisterous pile of white cotton candy, the woman would release the thing and allow it to run screaming in its nude horror. Tossing out a blue colored cloth bag with two draw strings, she'd start to grab handfuls and shove it into the bag. The thing puffs up something f

Raking the blade against the fluffy white animal, cutting clumps of wool off in thicker bunches that fall to the floor. The thing would inevitably end up looking almost baby smooth, like a naked mole rat but much bigger. "Dang you all got a lot more stingy, or you're getting too many hair cuts." The woman quipped as she clapped an open palm against the things shiny butt, causing it to flee after a yelp. "Next!" She'd scream out, seeing another sheep start beelining to outrun her. "Oh no you don't." The woman remarks as she grabs its stubby little tail and starts to painstakingly carve off woo

-house here lol like she'd have a house but who knows -

"Good, much better then Sam about an hour ago." The woman quipped as she'd spin the head of the pickaxe, using her foot to shuffle the hunk of copper away from her feet. Shoring up her stance, she'd heft the thing behind her back above her right shoulder. One heavy drop drives the point into the cliff face, and the girl uses a heeled boot to pull at the handle hard. Another chunk breaks loose and clambers to the floor, damn near pure iron. "Iron in my copper. This shit never changes, so much more complicated when everything is all mixed together. Annoying." She'd lean down and grab the heavy s