Raidou

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On 11/25/2023 at 2:14 PM, Ariel - The Crowned Lion said:

re-evaluation request 

Final Version after ticket#33:

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► « Kaiso no Waza: Meikyo Shisui »

Cost: 10 SP 

Requirement: « Katana » Rank 5, « Concentration »

Passive 

 

Effects:

- The effects of « Concentration » [Extra Skill] are now a passive but must still be equipped (this still consumes an available extra skill slot as normal)

- While wielding a katana, the user can choose to store the usage of ST-B when a natural CD9+ has been rolled (removing the restriction of the roll having to be made the previous attack). 

This stored ST-B can be used when an attack would be made, as if the natural CD was 9+ on the previous attack. 

The original restriction of 'the sword art used the previous turn is not ST-B' remains unchanged.

 

Description:

Through constant training and steeling of the mind the wielder has attained martial prowess that finds expression in «Kaiso no Waza: Meikyo Shisui». A refined battle experience into a custom skill that allows a creative and more fluid use of the most powerful abilities in ones arsenal. The ebb and flow of battle becomes a finely honed edge and way of life.

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Approved (Ticket #0033)

10 hours ago, Oscar said:

CS Eval

► Veteran
Cost: 10 SP
Passive
Requirements: Any Rank 5 Weapon Skill, Quick Change Skill
Effect: Choose two Weapon types. Declare one as Primary and one as Secondary. The Secondary Weapon now shares all Weapon Skill Ranks, Mods, and Shifts as the Primary Weapon. If Quick Change is used to switch between the two weapons types, Quick Change's effective Cooldown is reduced by one turn.
Description: Adaptability is a crucial skill in combat. Those experienced in battle understand that sometimes, a single weapon doesn't cut it.

EY

3 hours ago, Freyd said:

Shades of the Gemini [Addon]
Cost: 10 SP
Passive

Requirements: Disguise [Extra] Skill (must be active)

Restriction: User cannot benefit from, or inflict, any returned damage enhancements or item effects based on an attackers dice roll [Thorns, Immolation, Aura].  This restriction does not affect the Parry skill or its mods/addons.

Effect: Disguise effects become a constant, passive, critical hits made against you only occur on a BD: 10, or BD:9-10 if the attacker has focus.  Additional narrative effects as noted below.

Description: Gleaned from extensive study of the Gemini, the Player learns to modify his own appearance and grant limited autonomy to their shadow, imbuing it with instruction and enabling it to appear as a duplicate that can act independently.  This shade can also divide itself into multiple further copies.  While not able to attack in any way, these duplicitous shadows serve as ongoing distractions during combat and carry potential for a broad variety of clandestine purposes. Narratively, the player can change his or her appearance at will: including voice, gender, gear worn and held, height and build. In addition, this can conceal the users cursor from view or alter its colour.
 

It has been done

"Vague threats with little proven backing, in stark colors on a stranger..." Raidou remarks taking in the sunshine that bled through the window pane, gesturing a bright morning toward an afternoon. Everclear skies peaked past, not a cloud in view. His attention peeled to Bahr, finding a curiosity in the near lack of recollection on his demeanor. Perhaps the man was forgetful, or perhaps something had disjointed his memory. "That I do, and what I understand the Tarot share the same sentiment." He'd nurse a kettle to refresh his cup.

"That's why we are allies. You do remember?"

Placing the container down, he'd glance to the tray. "I understand the lack of desire to feast upon the breads of others, but they are a local custom. One of the elves of Aradennia fancies herself a baker." Turning an outstretched hand toward the platter with a smile. "Eiola was her name. This was the first batch she didn't burn but the 3rd batch I've bought. Took me 3 days to finish the first batch up." Shaking his head to implicate a no to his old friend. "A lot of things I inherited in my sudden acquisition of this manor for my future wife. I can't really stand how gaudy this whole place appears to be." Taking a sip of his tea, as if there wasn't a care in the world.

"I am not really the type of man to buy half of what you see, moreover you would not believe how hard it is to find an interior decorator amidst the population of Aincrad. So when I found an abandoned building in a forgotten town that already had furniture, one that I could dump money on and help the city rebuild I jumped on it." He'd lean back in his chair and adjust his glasses on his nose.

"Some may see a 'fat cat' but its hardly the truth, truth was I had to grind for the better part of a week just to make it happen. On top of my normal daily errands. I haven't forgotten what it was like to start in the Town of Beginnings with nothing, and my 'frontline' guild is a crafting guild. But what we craft is the 'future'. I hardly am some lord, and my title may say guild master but you can ask any one of them. Their voices matter just as much as mine does. I know my actions effect more then just my comrades and I sure as hell hope they do."

He'd tap the cup down again, looking to Bahr plainly. "That would mean I am making a difference, and we will actually escape this nightmare together."

The glimmering white floor of marble glared in light from a round sunroof of muraled glass, that stunk of the sun elves ode to extravagancy. A centralized statue in feminine form embraced a garden beneath its feet held fast in a gate. A seat beyond his tastes, but the furnishings were provided so he'd accept them and stave off the need to do any shopping. The man wasn't the sort to furnish a building, his last being so gracefully bare and empty for the longest time. The sudden inclusion of a man he'd not seen in some time.

A voice spoke over the classical music that seemed to ring from the walls. Taking the fountain pen and pressing a cap onto it, Raidou folds the book as a last word falls to the page. A tan and leather bound chunk of poetry that he was trying to convince himself to write. Fiancée's orders. "Bahr, a pleasure." He'd offer with an extended hand to the small round table beneath a large window pane on its left. "Please, have a seat. I'd introduce you to my wife but she's busy in the..." A sharp cut straight to the point, his smile held even still.

"Simple, a bunch of bureaucrats don't do well with kindness. In a theatre, an act was in order. Those types only respond directly to anger or fear. I was aiming for a little of both. Shuts them up and they actually start to hear." The clatter of a teacup as he'd raise it up and pour a second helping, gesturing with a simple nod to a silver platter. "Help yourself, they are a local export from the elves. A strange biscuit, not sure the mixture but tastes a little like pork. Weird given they are vegetarian." Pulling the cup to his lips, a hefty dose of green tea unsweetened.

"As for motivations, I don't really enjoy fat cats that sit at a table and argue while we are expected to get information. But the best part was, one of those idiots: Hugh." Another pause as he'd place the cup to a saucer. "He was about to push an entire city or most the population of the floor to starvation. All because he hated Brienne's ideals enough to raise the best land they had. Tried to uproot her, and when that didn't work dude tried to kill her. That didn't work either. Zealots." Raidou shrugs and he nurses the cup.

"Why do you ask?"

Offering a handful of silver coins to the countertop, for another round for this has had to been one of his longest running conversations up to this point. It was an ode to simply being a person instead of anything else, and strangely Raidou clung to it. "I appreciate the compliment, I think." The man remarked nervously as he'd rake the hair on the back of his head, remembering a time where he would have fled the room with every ounce of his being under such scrutiny. "There isn't harm in being realistic, and the fact is two things are true. One: this is a game that teeters on the brink of acting like a glorified electric chair."

The darker topic drew him into a more complacent thousand yard stare, but only briefly. The world pausing for a moment as he'd weigh the gravity of the statement behind his eyes. Alex offering him more tea snaps him back to focus, given that the players were about to pay off his mortgage at this rate. "and Two: that is true for NPC's too. We need them just as much as they need us. By design some settlements need a direct guiding hand, our overseer choosing to punish them for our existence. Charko comes to mind, or Senimoh to which we are both familiar."

The nomad of course referring to Byakko, the respawning fire hellion that took pleasure at raising the pastures of the fair city on floor 6. "Kaiba chose to make them this way, and as players we are free to ignore them and let them be destroyed. My answer is, what if we didn't let them. What if we chose to help them in their time of need, put all this power put in our disposal for their sake. Defend those who cant defend themselves, and preserve a lifeline that Akihiko never saw coming. What if they evolve? What if they could return the favor one day? Doing exactly the unexpected, and the benefactor?"

Raidou paused and looked a solace and serene lock on Lessa.

"A small bartender that serves a drink in a hodunk town. The preservation of life, no matter the shape it takes. And your lucky I'm rich, this sort of therapy doesn't come cheap."

Offering a hand on the Shin's shoulder, although perhaps such a thing was not wanted she appeared to be in need of some comfort. However, her response could be either one of dismay or safety. Those pieces would fall where they may. "Radical..." A simple decree while locking eyes with the woman before his hand slides free. "And yet, match my own." The few footfalls that grace crimson carpet. Bold, yes but the façade could soon fall away.

"There is no reason to lose heart now, Brienne. Your ideals were challenged by a turn coat, the fault lies not in your view but those that would conspire against them." The nomad reaches to his brow and removes his glasses, folding up the sides and pocketing them. Passing by Damien, on the guys immediate right Raidou reaches the foot of the stage. Peering over the risen platform.

"Your culprit, had a reason, the funding, the resources, and backing. Your culprit is conniving, deceitful and petty. He sought to exclude Destin from your proceedings, discount Brienne's ideals. Weaken her resolve. Moreover, has kept a nonchalant detachment from this entire affair. Each of you would question my motives." Raidou's gaze turns to Damien and silently mouths the words.

*No matter what happens, do not let him escape*

A vision of red begins to billow from the mans shoulders, as his outrage festers. Becoming a thickened film that oozes like dry ice and collects along the floor. A piercing line that could move mountains finds that vision locked to Hugh.

"To the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools.
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury."

A brash retelling of a final act. Raidou hoists himself up and finds a foothold on its rim. A weapon flashes itself upon the swordsman's back, thirsty for the moment it may be drawn.

"truth will come to light;
murder cannot be hid long;
a man’s story may,
but at the length truth will out."

The heavy intention under piercing red eyes, as he'd recount a fitting tale that was proof upon this stage. If this were a play, then the villain had finally been uncovered. Mere moments now left but a hairline of life, to whom the three sisters had woven and Atropos was inspecting coyly. "Allow me the reason, lighted fool." Raidou spat as he kneeled low, ready to break at the first sign of retreat. All these levels had to be good for something, hoping to curb Hugh's attempts to flee.

"You and your party could not stand the thought of Brienne's ideals. Again, you tried to push and take her seat from beneath her. Two recounts? Had to try. Did you attempt to pay off those that were responsible? How much did it cost to bribe the men of Braso to again try and remove this woman from power? A failed assassination, did they still charge you? Does Unity trouble you and your conspirators that much, that you would threaten lives by destroying the means to which common people including those of your own people!"

Reaching for the handle on his blade, his motives were clear: Murder deserved no other answer, and Hugh was aiming in the hundreds or thousands. The questions rhetorical.

"What mistake have you made, Hugh?" A line repeated on each acts closing of every monster he'd ever faced. But what followed was not the ring of steel and a spray of light. A slight nod to Fudral

"Apprehend him Commander, Or I will."

Raidou cannot help but chuckle, as Alexander started to pour liquids in each of their respective cups. A bit spilled as it clearly startled the man given how abrupt it was. The wanderer begins to rub his eyebrows "You wouldn't be the first woman I had to drag kicking and screaming to reality." Taking a piece of cloth from his coat, he starts to aid in efforts to mop up the mess. "The answer is simple, importance is a perspective." He looks to Alexander, with a smile. "To me, Alexander here is important." Getting a raised eyebrow from the man. "But you know how many players probably treat him like dirt."

"Too many." Alexander responds.

"Too many." The wanderer reciprocates the statement, as if to further his point. "As players we all forget the little things. The potion that saves your life, was made by someone out of something. Every speck of dust on a road, every leaf on a tree. We get so focused on the big picture in here, it becomes so easy to overlook the small details." An explanation to his fixations on the smallest little things, the scent in the air or the temperature of a river. "Guilds, millions of col, the fanciest weapons, a mansion you can sneeze and it appears. Doesn't mean jack, because none of it is real. No offense." He offers a raised hand toward Alex, who shakes his head and passes a rag onto his right shoulder. "Alexander, proves that they are more human then we are these days. We forgotten to focus on the one thing that is real. That being what we learn from the experience, and how we treat each other."

*pointing his thumb at Alex and his wife*

Raidou looks to Lessa, locking his eyes with hers. "You want to know what makes you important, look into the eyes of those your close to. See your reflection there, and how much of a difference you've made for them. That is what will exist once this is said an done. The rest will fall away, but those bonds and acts of kindness will remain. The value of person is not their wealth or their status, but what they do on the path they walk through life. Levels are just a number, its how you use them that matters. Don't let a frontliner blow hard ever tell you differently."

The nomad moves to silence and lets that linger for a moment, sipping carefully at bitter and piping hot tea. "And I'll hold you to that, if you ever feel like dropping a load. You'll find I've got some strong shoulders from all the carrying I do."

Sliding up from his seat, clearly the game was limiting his involvement. The sheer gravity of the amount of damage this disturbance between territories could cause was his only primary concern. Even still, it was as though the cardinal was limiting his attempts to aid in their efforts. Not once had a leader bit, nor shown the interest in biting. Akin to fishing without any bait, they'd eye the hook as if it was only a weapon. Slowly pushing in the chair, then a different approach was in order.

"If that will make this easier, then I can manage."

The nomad would not struggle to face Fudral's men if it came down to tacks, but that was hardly his goal to start a fight in the middle of a theatre. After all this was damn near sacred ground to the man. Once his back was to the ambassadors of infighting nation, he'd mouth the words to @Demian hoping he'd be able to interpret it.

*Keep up the pressure, I may end up get thrown out.* followed by a hearty wink and a smirk.

Unsure if the method had been working, they've up until this point had been answering most of the questions asked save one. Perhaps due to the fact that all of their irritation was directed at him, or perhaps not. "So this cave in of yours, Tiberius" Raidou spoke over his shoulder before nonchalantly parking his ass into a nearby theatre chair, falling into it about as gracefully as a bull. "It hit a prime location. Was this the only real damage? Any casualties?" He'd look to Damien and @Shin Kagami, with the most obvious displeasure strapped to an irritated yet dead panned glance. An obvious charade to them maybe, but an NPC just might buy it.

"Surely the people of Srona aren't so incompetent that they don't control potentially hazardous substances?" Attempting to discern the source and absorb the brunt of the lightning off of the others backs. The others were pressing the attack quite well, hopefully he was playing his part within this act amicably. That sonar like sense of his picking up some chatter in the back: @Mishiro, giving him just a bit more ammunition and insight. Daggers shot at Tiberius nearly immediately "And you intended to selfishly pick up your wares and starve them out, did you ever stop to consider that is exactly what the person would want you to do?"

Leaning back in the chair, crossing his legs Raidou pushes the bridge of his glasses up his nose casting them into a blinding white shield.

"If it were me, People need 3 things to survive:"

Lifting one finger, just to further accent his point:

"Food."

A second:

"Health"

And a third

"And Safety. If it were me, this would be what I would target if I intended to crush you. Or..." He pauses lowering his fingers, sliding open his menu and taking a scan of the room. The dramatic flare hoping to leave just a bit more tension and pressure. "I wanted to force you to comply, or ruin someone else's claims and credibility. So since this was overlooked, and the person I asked danced around the question." Raidou looks to Brienne.

"Would you kindly enlighten us? You are part of one party, and I assume that would mean that your oppositions viewpoints would differ from yours. And who would most likely to succeed this re-election?" Eyes dart to Destin and with nothing more then a silent nod. Maybe the man would get the meaning, as given the evidence was starting to mount up. This was only substantiated by whispers that the man could only faintly overhear due to proximity.

A smear campaign to discredit her ideals
An attempt on her life after that didn't succeed, after her election
A string of body guards that were bought using funds that most could not accrue.
An attack on food sources to further strain her attempts to do so
A fire which did the same
The emissaries which proved her ideals were struck down before they reached the various leaders.

It was straight up politics, and the offender would be her opposition.

Another player had approached but it appeared as most did not claim the invitation. The boy he recognized from a small campsite from the outskirts of floor 3, he was silent then but now he spoke with a voice of reason. Despite obvious objections which the nomad expected. "A fair point, but the point stands." His gaze shifts as he scans the others within their seats. "If such threats were true, would you be able to defend against them in your current state?" His tone still adamant but clearly lacked vitriol. The shock tactic had bought silence, and finally facts were starting to find themselves free instead of baseless and biased claims. As Demian took to the stage, Raidou took care to give him the room to speak.

The red wanderer for once knew little of their plight.

Allowing him to finish his full outline, finding his knowledge and explanation valuable. "The representatives of their respective nations appear clearly biased, and better yet disorganized and prone to violence." Eyes dance to the leaders of their segregated nation. "I could feed you but not indefinitely, it would be hardly a solution." Placing the glasses back on his nose, he'd ask: "These crystals, what purpose do they serve? and What is the result if they can be moved?" lapping at the heel of what Demian was sharing, eagerly seeking an answer he'd continue:

"This individual I've heard referred to on more then one occasion? The leader of Ronbaru's people, this Destin is?"

A much older voice rung across the stage as if on queue. His part in the play finally coming to his timely entrance, finding the ears of the nomad held fast to a seat. A spray of insults finds the Vanguard captain a smile, as another voice of reason took to the group. A patient stand, he'd offer the old man his seat out of respect. The simple fact was, the way he referred to these nations as unified meant so.

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks"

Finding a seat his own next to Tiberius, leaving space to his side for other players to find a seat. "I assure you, that my threats were threats alone. It proved to purchase silence for but a brief moment and proved that divided these nations would fall." A gentle explanation as he began to add samples to the table.

"I can assist in your efforts to rebuild, and stem the tide of your nations hunger. But it wont be permanent, and it wont solve the underlying issue. What is important..." His eyes dance to Brienne "Is unity, especially in trying times. Expecting outside help or holing yourself up does nothing but starves you out. Supply is not indefinite. I have seen this before." A handful of potions, a couple sacks of foodstuff. Firm Anima could provide, but it would not build their supply lines. Supporting a small village such as Charko was already hard enough for him.

"Now, When and Where did this cave in begin? Your primary supply line?" A sharp question to Tiberius, knowing he finally had a true ear.

"The assault on your manor, the day you found this string of bandits? Was their any moniker to who they served?" To Brienne, given this attack surely had a reason.

"If this was an attempt to sabotage Srona, doesn't it seem odd that the event was not limited only to Srona?" To Percival, finding the point.

"These events seem orchestrated, and the benefactor seems to be the one most likely to benefit from your discontent and infighting? A question to all of you, which of your nations would stand to gain and has not had such an issue?"

Eyes lock to Fudral "Perhaps one with a military, with forces that might not be equaled should there be a divide?" But the statement was meant to plug, Raidou was not convinced. What he was convinced upon: "Curiously, most of your disasters were a much more broad target, affected the population. Save one"

His eyes lock to Hugh.

"Someone did not like the idea of unity, nor the leadership in Ordsea. The attack was deliberately focused on removing Brienne from her seat. Who was her replacement should she expire?"

At first this entire display appeared the part of an act, where a number of different actors upon a stage broadcasted their displeasure as a form of entertainment. It was unrealistic in its nature but such was the folly of a such work. The rather plain man sat in stillness and a silent judging of the play, ears ringing under the strain of the pure selfishness and distrust that had bled its way across a similar people. This brought a boil to the stomach of a man who had endured infighting, injustice, turmoil and decay. Irritated at the prospect that this fallacy was in fact the real deal.

Raising from his slumber, a stuck beast that bled not from a knife but from a heart. Despite his distraction, his ideals remained. It seemed his passivity and his rest would go disturbed. To a simple pair of black pants, a pair of earnest round lenses, unfolded and placed upon a bridge of his nose. The glare of pyre that held to walls that quickly danced across the stage, and with it a smile that teetered on the edge of sinister.

*clap clap clap*

A chain of applause, after all a good tragedy deserved nothing less. A string of beliefs that were so fake they were fiction. Such a jolly good show. At the top of his voice, from the back of the chamber it carried. The nomad in red waned with his taste soured.

"Sound trumpets! let our bloody colors wave!
And either victory, or else a grave?"

The phrase of hamlet, and yet it was spoken as if a question. Raidou had wished to enjoy the first rendition of theatre, and was met with only this sorry display. "It reeked of lamp oil? and this decrees arson? So what of your suspects? And your people?" The wanderer paused as in a moment of silence. " It seems your stance has been taken then. You've chosen your part as all imbeciles? At first I took a stance of silence, expecting nothing more then this charade to end in a semblance of unity. But it seems as though you men are petty and enjoy your squabbles."

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. The phrase fired through his head, hamlet even still served him well.

Steps down an earnest beat of red carpet, sways of a red flag clung to his back. A banner hope but an omen of destruction. "Kuzunoha, Raidou. The Red wanderer, Firm Anima's Guild Master. I have a military at my beck and call whose number can easily match your best men 100 to 1. Moreover the frontlines acts on my behalf. Not a single one of your nations could stand against us..." Hopping up on stage making it no secret that he feared none of their military, and even more so none of their counsel of squawking birds. All of it need not be the whole truth, but ambiguity was potent.

"Percival of Srona, you will end this witch hunt. Your people are her people." The man gestures to Brienne. "There is no divider among you in my eyes, and if you resist you will need more then a wheelchair. But, should you accept I will see to it your stock refilled and your Arson investigated to the extent that you can not possibly fathom." Taking a seat at their table, and removing a set of lenses he begins to clean them on his sleeve.

"Fudral of Braso, your responsibility now befalls on Brienne. If in your peoples negligence an attack was orchestrated then it is up to you to set it right. Your armory, your fault. Listen." His eyes cast blankly toward the militaristic man with out an ounce of concern. He'd faced kings, armies and titans. A small man in some sheets of tinfoil hardly compared.

"Tiberus of Dagan, I rather enjoy the theater." He leans in close to the man, watching sweat find his brow. "If you have nothing helpful to add, keep that tongue of yours in check. Else I will have it removed from your mouth. Accident or not without any evidence you are casting blame and sowing distress with no grounds. Unwise for anyone without an army at their back." The implication was heavy.

"Food, Medicine, Clothing, All of it I can offer with a simple snap of my fingers. Or I can offer chaos. Your choice." The nomad stood, and slid out a chair with a smile offering it to @Shin Kagami as he looked to the others in the crowd as if to beckon them to the stage.

"Now, there quite a number of events here all too close to be considered acts of god. Assuming coincidence would be idiotic. Tell me more, and I want the truth."

17 hours ago, Randal said:

Mitigation x5

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Name: Spicy Mala Snack (Mitigation)
Your Profession: Cook
Your Rank: 8
ID: ID 216417-8, ID 216417-7, ID 216417-6, ID 216417-5, ID 216417-4
Roll: NA
Item Type: Dessert
Tier: 3
Quality: [Perfect]
Enhancements: Mitigation x3
Description: A fantastical creation to terrify your taste buds and invigorate your flesh. Good for you.
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Approved

6 hours ago, NIGHT said:

r10 artisan | x14 daily crafting attempts | cd tool 

marbles. | TIER 4 TRINKET | PROSP III | x19
[desc.]: clear glass marbles of a variety of colours.
[ids.]: 

• [day1]: 12
  216288-1 | 216288-2 | 216288-3 | 216288-4 | 216263
  216264 | 216272 | 216274 | 216275 | 216280 | 
  216282 | 216285
• [day2]: 7
  216405-1 | 216405-2 | 216405-3 | 216405-4 | 216405-5
  216383 | 216404 

Yep all adds up

3 hours ago, iris said:

initial post.

 

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Rooms + Upgrades:

• workshop + extended workshop -> basuke / performer. [room]

cost: 25,000 col.

Looks good

1 hour ago, Bistro said:

DRAGON'S BREATH (132)

Crafted by: Alchemist | Rank 10 | +CD Tool

dragon's breath | TIERLESS PERFECT POTION | CRAFTER'S RESPITE
vial of cold, swirling vapor. drink to re-energize one's energies towards crafting. 

[17/08/23] | +18
[18/08/23] | +26
[19/08/23] | +17
[20/08/23] | +24
[21/08/23] | +21
[22/08/23] | +26

Yep (See DM regarding 17/08/23 | Approved +19)

1 hour ago, Demian said:

BINGSU (47)
KONPEITO (36)
LANGUE DE CHAT (46)

Crafted by: Culinarian | Rank 10

bingsu. | TIER 4 DESSERT | MITIGATION III
shaved ice. chopped fruits. syrup and milk. tasteless.

[19/08/23] | +24
[20/08/23] | +23

konpeito. | TIERLESS DESSERT | AMBITION
evening stars. hard sugar. melts in the mouth. tasteful.

[17/08/23] | +18
[18/08/23] | +18

langue de chat. | TIERLESS DESSERT | AMBITION
thin. crisp. crunchy. tasteless.

[22/08/23] | +21
[21/08/23] | +25

Yep

10 hours ago, Basuke said:

r0 performer | earning a living

drum loop | [#216262] | TIERLESS RARE SUPPORT SONG | HP RECOVERY II
[desc.]: a basic percussion loop, made out of sounds that were not played by drums.

Yep

8/18/23

Deposited in Guild Vault

All as Bottled Chilling Breeze:

Physical Invitations:

Need to know how many dudes to expect

Mina
Morningstar
Elora
Freyd
Hidden
Katoka
Baldur
Hirru
Jomei
Lessa
Koga
Ariel

8/18/23 (Crafting Respite: 204503)

215808, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:10+1/LD:8)
215812, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:11+1/LD:7)
215813, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:12+1/LD:10)
215813-1, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:12+1/LD:10)
215818, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:12+1/LD:9)
215820, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:12+1/LD:10)
215820-1, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:12+1/LD:10)

215822, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:10+1/LD:7)
215825, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:11+1/LD:7)
215830, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:12+1/LD:1)
215832, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:10+1/LD:18)
215832-1, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:10+1/LD:18)
215832-2, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:10+1/LD:18)
215836, T1/Perfect/Potion (CD:12+1/LD:9)

215814, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:4+1/LD:15)
215814-1, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:4+1/LD:15)
215815, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:3+1/LD:11)
215815-1, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:3+1/LD:11)
215824, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:4+1/LD:17)
215824-1, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:4+1/LD:17)
215824-2, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:4+1/LD:17)
215833, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:3+1/LD:20)
215833-1, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:3+1/LD:20)
215833-2, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:3+1/LD:20)
215833-3, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:3+1/LD:20)
215834, T1/Uncommon/Potion (CD:4+1/LD:1)

Combined:
215824, T1/Perfect/Potion
215833, T1/Perfect/Potion
215834, T1/Perfect/Potion

215809, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:1)
215810, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:5)
215811, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:8+1/LD:16)
215811-1, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:8+1/LD:16)
215811-2, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:8+1/LD:16)
215816, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:9+1/LD:17)
215816-1, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:9+1/LD:17)
215816-2, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:9+1/LD:17)
215817, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:9+1/LD:6)
215819, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:17)
215819-1, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:17)
215819-2, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:17)
215821, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:20)
215821-1, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:20)
215821-2, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:20)
215821-3, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:20)
215823, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:10)
215823-1, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:6+1/LD:10)
215828, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:7+1/LD:10)
215828-1, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:7+1/LD:10)
215829, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:8+1/LD:10)
215829-1, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:8+1/LD:10)
215831, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:9+1/LD:18)
215831-1, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:9+1/LD:18)
215831-2, T1/Rare/Potion (CD:9+1/LD:18)

Combined:
215809, T1/Perfect/Potion
215810, T1/Perfect/Potion
215811, T1/Perfect/Potion
215816, T1/Perfect/Potion
215817, T1/Perfect/Potion
215819, T1/Perfect/Potion
215821, T1/Perfect/Potion
215823, T1/Perfect/Potion
215828, T1/Perfect/Potion
215829, T1/Perfect/Potion
215831, T1/Perfect/Potion
215831-1, T1/Perfect/Potion

Material Cost: 28*Mats
EXP: 293

PH

Charko Citizens
Charko is a well disciplined and strict society. What they lack in population they make up for in values and community. In the face of Tesseleth's reign they chose solace and detachment from the rest of floor 21. However, what little supplies they mustered during their insurrection have since ran scarce and have began trading carefully with whoever they can. Despite this they hardly welcome outsiders into their village, and all visitors will be held under scrutiny. But they need a hand, or else they will die out.

	Tsuno The head of the Charko council and acting shogun of the Charko people. Once held the position Awakawa now holds, but age has had him take a shift to teaching. Tsuno will be on watch, keeping things on the level and civil. To Tsuno, keeping the ideals of the village concrete even during the occasion.		Jotaika Nicknamed Vixen, Jotaika sells what little fauna she can muster to any player that happens to wander through. However, she also has a habit of sticking sticky fingers where they do not belong. Time and time again she's been chastised for not following Charko's values. Jotaika will likely be really friendly to any players she meets, although they should keep an eye on their pockets.
	Awakawa Hates being called Awa, Awakawa is disciplined and strict. Him and the other footpads are responsible for safeguarding Charko from the Dragon Knights of Tesseleth. This man is directly going to be addressing the players when they enter, ensuring they are on their best behavior.		Himan The self proclaimed 'gourmet' of the Charko people. Himan takes pride in his cooking, so much so that his belly is an accurate reflection of such. Moreover he has a habit of irritating the other locals by trying to steal one more bite. Himan will likely be floundering near the buffet table, trying his best to sneak the odd morsel while avoiding the other villagers gaze.
	Komaki Komaki is a bit of a coy fellow, who doubles as an innkeeper for the 3-Legged Spider. Before their insurrection the business was already failing, now with the lack of revenue its basically empty. He's sense taken up textiles and has made some income there from the other citizens, shown by the strange bundles of fabric now laying about the Inn. Komaki will likely be trying to sell either booze or fabric to unsuspecting players.		Ureka A demure and courteous young woman, who is slightly more formal and peppy than she first lets on. Playing the role of intelligence on the council seat, it is little wonder how she’s capable of orchestrating a suitable plan in somewhat dire times (with only minimal losses). Ureka is a little more open minded, and will likely be welcoming guests.
	Sagi-Shi Sagi-Shi is a curious man, noteably refuses to show his face out of shame. In his youth the man continued to break Charko's ideals and has since been forced to wear that mark as a slip of paper that blocks his face. He is no stranger to playing a prank, although admits that some get out of hand. Sagi-Shi is likely to be trying to avoid Awakawa's gaze at all times, and when given the opportunity will mess with the players.		Ai & Tai The twins act directly under Ureka as both maidens of the council and double as hunters. Their primary game seems to be white spiders and their almost metallic like webbing. Both girls when encountering players enjoy toying with their emotions and other needs much like the game they hunt. Beware Ai & Tai will likely be milling about outside of the occasional request for aid from Ureka. If they get a player alone, then they are in for a tough time. Guard your belt.

Other Visitors

	Teoi		Takumi
	Alexander		Margaret
	Wren		Hikoru
	Unknown Duo

Preparing the ledger and turning it into James to confirm the reservation, they'd both probably saved a pretty penny using private catering. Even still, renting the venue and the platforms alone was on the costly side. The place was easy to find, given the quest was drawn on the simple end. As it turned out the system was encouraging them in its simplicity, as if the cardinal wanted them to form these bonds. Proving the ring to James meant that he still needed to register it by the system. The dollar signs adding up and yet it would hardly scratch the coffers.

The slip folded its placed in James waiting hand, who offers the man an appreciative bow. Although heavy on the wallet, the process wasn't. "Four days seems adequate given how simple this was." Raidou comments to his future wife, pulling the trigger. As Eruda started sparking up all manner of message, there were a few invitations that he'd have to deliver by hand. Some were difficult to reach, others he wasn't sure how to reach them. But a moment of happiness only came once in a while, and it was important to offer it to share.

"I'll leave that to you, I am going to go to Charko and explain the situation. That way the citizens don't panic and know what to expect." He comments to the woman as they began to divide and conquer. A pretty hefty grin on his face, he had to go get some gifts of encouragement and make some visits.

Location: Floor 21, Charko
Player Count: Up to 50
Large Wedding (Invite only/any number guests, PP/OP, player's decision): 3,000 col
PK Access: 1,500 col
Banquet Table* (+3 OH): 2,250 col * 50 Players in attendance = 112,500 col
Rings [Custom] 2 * 5000 col = 10000
Total: 127000 Col

[Eruda] Resilient: +(3*Tier) base mitigation
[Raidou] Purity: (1) Safeguard Active at beginning of the thread (Cannot stack with Safeguard potion) | Safeguard blocks damage from the first successful attack that hits the player.

Raidou:
(9904/10=990*14)*.7+300=10002 EXP
Col Deposit: 10002*.15=1500 [Used Against Cost]

Eruda:
(9904/10=990*9)*0.7+300=6537 EXP
Col Deposit: 6537*.15=980 [Used Against Cost]
Thread Closure: 400 col [Used Against Cost]

Remaining: 127000-2880=124120 col to Banker

1 minute ago, NIGHT said:

r10 artisan | x14 daily crafting attempts | cd tool 

Floral Hairpin | [#215726] | TIER 1 JEWELRY | LD III
[desc.]: A hairpin the clips to the hair to keep it out of the user’s face. It is made with a beautiful blue flower.

Bunny Ear Charm | [#214317-5] | TIER 1 TRINKET | ACC III
[desc.]: A headband that, when donned, makes the wearer appear like a rabbit. Useful for cosplaying.

Yar

Raidou offers the dish to the sink, and before he can begin washing Elda takes charge of that task. "I think Charko is a good choice, its secluded and the people are nice. That and the town could use the business." As Elda started to add the dishes in a stack on the countertop, it looked as though they were just about wrapped up. "Touch base with Simmone, that's not a bad idea. She is always wearing something different so she must have a source." Pushing chairs into the dining room table, and pulling the curtains shut.

"Lets go see James and get the venue reserved, although I don't imagine its going to be too difficult given how remote it is." Raidou remarks collecting the book from the table and seeing it disappear into his inventory. "Shall we?" The nomad remarks moving through the main entry, reaching for the double doors and opening it to reveal the brighter exterior, the early morning sun making his eyes readjust in its blinding magnificence. They'd move up into the elven capital, and off and on Raidou is paid and repays a hello. He was well known around these parts among many others, his travels proving that to players he was an enigma but to the NPC's he was a frequent flier.

To the center square, upon the warp pad he murmurs a phrase repeated time and time again. "Floor 1, Town of Beginnings." And a cyan blue flash sees the gate trigger and send him down to the very first floor. What greets him is the busy body of multiple players and NPC's alike rushing to and from buildings, eagerly seeking out tasks and working away in their rat race toward a finish line that was so far away.