Sin

<<Witch of the West>> Not every outing needed to have the tall, dark, and handsome assholes involved. Sinnamon could totally run a party, right? At least, that had been what her thought process was when she called everyone up to floor 22. It would really help the Guild out, she said. A bunch of special potions from an easy boss would really be a boon. Why the fuck did she say boon? Sin couldn’t shake the jitters as she sat around and waited. She’d not been a party leader before. And she didn’t want to fuck up. The boss was easy enough, but fucking up would mean

House Name: We Name Houses He- Wait! No! Fuck! Location: Floor 24 Description: A beachside complex complete with cabana houses and bungalos. A place to relax and unwind - when she isn't working. Plot Size: Estate Room(s): Workshop (Extended) - Appraiser | Workshop (Extended) - Tailor | Workshop (Extended) - Blacksmith | Workshop (Extended) - Artisan | Living Room | Basic Kitchen | Storage Closet Adding Rooms Workshop (Extended) - Tailor | 25k Workshop (Extended) - Blacksmith | 25k Workshop (Extended) - Artisan | 25k Total Cost - 75k

Visionary purchasing the following: Guild Rank 1->2 -7 Tokens Trading Hall III -3 Tokens

“God you’re hot, Lysette,” Sin exclaimed as she blew past both of them. She planted her feet, cocked back her fist and drove it straight down between the dragon’s eyes. Her legs flew out from under her massive frame, crashing down as the stun took hold and her vision began to swim. In the next instant, Sin pulled her weapon from thin air and plunged it deep into the dragon’s flank. She pushed forward, blade carving through the dragon’s scales like butter. She reached the end of her strike, ripping her weapon from the creature’s flesh and leaving a jagged gash in her wake. The team was doi

The Blackbook was a flurry of activity. Always was - after last call and after the final patron had made their exit. Work didn’t stop just because the party did. It was a round the clock operation. Drinks and spirits and food needed to be replenished. The song list for the next evening selected. Any repairs left in the wake of rowdy patrons completed. And so it fell to Sin and Warren. Dividing, conquering. She wouldn’t say that the two didn’t get along. But their desire to not be in close proximity to one another just made them work faster. Which, she appreciated. The sooner she got out o

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

EAL - Tailor Craft

She attacked, the mobs died. And when they died she looted them. As she headed back to town, she realized just how tired of this grind she was. It wasn't really difficult, but doing the same shit over and over and over again was wearing her down. This would be the last one, she thought. It was a good stopping point. She started the day not being able to progress much of anything and now she could literally craft any equipment she wanted to. Well, almost any. And she couldn't claim that, quite yet. She returned to Richard's shop, materials in hand. Opening her menu, she waited fo

Sin was bored of boars. She really wasn't much of a pork eater anyway. Despite the fact that it seemed that all Oscar cooked was hot dogs when it came to food buffs. She wondered if she could request that he make beef or chicken next time. Though she was certain she would get a lecture from the man about not violating the sanctity of the holy hot dog. He really did get hung up on the oddest things. At least he was hot. Didn't change the fact that she was bored of boars. Slimes though? Slimes were where it was at. All bouncy and squishy and cute. At least she would have something nice

With her prep work in her office done, off Sin popped to Richard's shop. He was an ostentatious man. But clearly an expert. Smug, but that sort of air was deserved. Especially when Sin saw the opulent works that Richard had on display in his shop. But she had half expected a woman. Who knew that all of the crafting tutors in Aincrad were men? At least so far, this was such a fucking sausage party. “Hello!” Richard exclaimed. Sin snapped her fingers, jokingly firing off finger guns in the tutor's direction. “Five materials, come back and craft, and then I'm a Tailor?” Richa

Today had been met with more productivity than Sin had managed to pull off in weeks. She had, by and large, surpassed the goal she had set for herself. Where she was once faced with the mountain of col standing in between her and Rank 5 Appraiser, she was now spoiled for choice. She took a detour, to the back rooms of the Blackbook. Looking around her office, she wondered what would count as a forge. Her first thought was a microwave. But that was more of a cook thing. And then it hit her. Opening her menu, she followed Oscar’s instructions toward making renovations to her office. Along t

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

EAL- Blacksmith Appraisal

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

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

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

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

This time, Sin didn’t approach the mobs as if it were business as usual. She took her time, waited until they were all clumped together. She lined up her shot. And it went off without a hitch. Her weapon sliced through All four boars in a wide arc. Health bars tanked - from green, to yellow, to red. Emptying like water from an ampoule. All that was left in their wake was a quarter of shimmering spots on the ground where they had once stood. Sin put away her weapon, stooped down low to loot her rewards. A smile crept onto her face as she saw that the Material requirement had been fulfilled

So this was what Malachi had meant when he told her to be careful. They had little nukes hiding in the shape of general mobs. It wasn’t a problem if she didn’t get hit, but if the worst happened and they all managed to land their attacks, she would be in for a world of hurt. Sin never thought that she would be silently thanking an NPC, but here she was - doing just that. She turned on the last Pre-Bacon, her weapon carving through its hide like butter. She paused for a moment, taking stock of her loot. She had missed the Material requirement by a mile. Just how had she got so unlucky with

Sin had to wonder just what that warning was about. It wasn’t as if she was inexperienced as far as mobs went on Floor One. They never struck her as particularly difficult. In fact, they’d never even struck her at all. Always dying in a hit or two, attacks so telegraphed that she could leisurely walk out of their way. Had something changed recently? Her level had, of course. But- She’d find out soon enough. A quartet of large boars, known in-game as Pre Bacons, barred her path as soon as she stepped out of town. She dove into the fight, sword glinting in the sunlight as she struck. Three