Moartea

As Moartea's last smithing attempt was a failure as well, he didn't want to, but his last ore was his rarest find a Adamantite Ore, and one he wished he had better luck with , pulling it out and tossing it into the smelter and pressing down on a flap, making the fire rise. He picked up a log of wood and placed it into the fire and helped it stay alive, as he saw the ore turn bright red, and he pulled it out with the tongs and placed it into a barrel of water, and pulled out a freshly made Iron ingot. As he placed the ingot into the fire, as he pulled it out and it was glowing red, as he placed it on the anvil, and pounded it into and armor he wanted

Edit: As all he got was a good item, his rarest item, reduced to a good item, and without hesitation he threw it under his table, now unable to smith again, as all his materials were used. This was a bad situation he was in, he didn't like that he lost his only chances to get new gear, this was almost unbearable, as this whole black smithing gig seemed like a bad idea now, Moartea got up and went upstairs, and into his lobby. As he walked to the door and flipped the sigh to closed and he went upstairs and into his room, now in his relaxation clothes as he fell into his bed and tried to get some sleep.

Rank 3: 40 total EXP and 4 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material)  
[2-3] Failure +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[4-5] Bad Item +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[6-8] Good Item +2 Exp.
[9-10] Uncommon Item +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[11] Rare Item +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

~Results~

-Dice Rolls- 

#ID: 2704

BD: 2

CD: 8

LD: 2
MOB: 8

[success: Crafted Good Item]

[Forsaken material and gained 2 EXP]

-Before-

Rank 3(41/80 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

2/4 crafts done today

1 Adamantite ore and in inventory

-After-

Rank 3(43/80 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

3/4 crafts done today

Moartea sighed a looked at her, "Just put the pickax above thous head and slam it into the deposit over yonder there." He said as he pointed at a White-Osmium Ore deposit over where he was pointing and then tried to mine the deposit like he was going to do before. Pulling the pickax above his head and brought it down onto the deposit like he did before hoping to gain a material.

Edit: Another failure, and without hesitation he activated his <<Martial Arts>> skill and kicked to deposit into a million little pieces, as he had a pissed look on his face that quickly disappeared and he looked at Kitty waiting to see if she would try to do as he did in the mining.

#ID: 2705

BD: 10

CD: 3

LD: 12
MOB: 6

-Loot Dice Results-

LD: 12 (Failure)

Result: Gained no Material

As Moartea's last smithing attempt was a failure, he was now clam again, as the rank of his skill increased and he was not going to make his armor like before, the one from the White-Osmium Ore he had. As he wanted a heave plate armor, pulling out tossing it into the smelter and pressing down on a flap, making the fire rise. He picked up a log of wood and placed it into the fire and helped it stay alive, as he saw the ore turn bright red, and he pulled it out with the tongs and placed it into a barrel of water, and pulled out a freshly made Iron ingot. As he placed the ingot into the fire, as he pulled it out and it was glowing red, as he placed it on the anvil, and pounded it into and item he wanted

Edit: As Moartea saw his material shatter into a million blue pixels, again, he got his face had a blank expression and this time he looked at his Adamantite Ore and almost had a pained look on his face. So he hesitantly went back to his smithing again.

Rank 3: 40 total EXP and 4 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material)  
[2-3] Failure +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[4-5] Bad Item +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[6-8] Good Item +2 Exp.
[9-10] Uncommon Item +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[11] Rare Item +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

~Results~

-Dice Rolls- 

#ID: 2703

BD: 3

CD: 2

LD: 7
MOB: 8

[Failure: Forsaken Material]

[Forsaken material and gained 1 EXP]

-Before-

Rank 2(40/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

1/3 crafts done today

1 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and in inventory

-After-

Rank 3(41/80 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

2/4 crafts done today

1 Adamantite ore and in inventory

Moartea returning to the Forge as his smithing meter was filled again, as he changed into his smithing gear he opened his Forge door and locked it like usual, and went to the Anvil, pulling out the last Obsidian Ore and tossed it into the smelter and pressing down on a flap, making the fire rise. He picked up a log of wood and placed it into the fire and helped it stay alive, as he saw the ore turn bright red, and he pulled it out with the tongs and placed it into a barrel of water, and pulled out a freshly made Iron ingot. As he placed the ingot into the fire, as he pulled it out and it was glowing red, as he placed it on the anvil, and pounded it into and item he wanted.

Edit: As Moartea saw his material shatter into a million blue pixels, again, he got a pissed of face and sighed, as he didn't fling anything around this time, he just saw his rank increase and that was enough to calm him down. And he pulled out the last two ores he had, and sighed, as he didn't want to screw this up, especially the Adamantite Ore, something he found too special to wast. So he went to his smithing again.

Rank 2: 20 total EXP and 3 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[2-4] Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[5-7] Bad Item: +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[8-9] Good Item: +2 Exp. 
[10] Uncommon Item: +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements) 
[11] Rare Item: +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item: +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

~Results~

-Dice Rolls- 

#ID: 2700

BD: 10

CD: 2

LD: 17
MOB: 4

[Failure: Forsaken Material]

[Forsaken material and gained 1 EXP]

-Before-

Rank 2(39/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

3/3 crafts done today

1 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

-After-

Rank 2(40/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

1/3 crafts done today

1 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and in inventory

-New Rank-

Rank 3: 40 total EXP and 4 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material)  
[2-3] Failure +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[4-5] Bad Item +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[6-8] Good Item +2 Exp.
[9-10] Uncommon Item +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[11] Rare Item +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

Moartea rolled his eyes as she boasted her power to him, it was feeling like his old guild the one he couldn't stand, even though he did state his power, only because he couldn't help but be prideful about his lineage. As he got to the Quarry grounds he found the area filled with White-Osmium Ore deposits, as he walked over to one, he examined it as he usually did. Picking up his Pickax and 

Edit: As his attempt was a failure, he sighed and looked at Kitty, "Just place the collect ores in the bags, they are linked to my shop." He said to her, and then leaned against his pickax and looked at the snow falling near him. His Slate grey eyes seemed to blend with the snow, the cold feeling they gave, matched this floors condition, a cold feeling.

#ID: 2699

BD: 8

CD: 1

LD: 10
MOB: 1

-Loot Dice Results-

LD: 10 (Failure)

Result: Gained no Material

As Moartea saw Kitty kill the wolf on him, he turned to the other one, the one he sliced off the limbs on, with a sigh, he walked to it, seeing how it couldn't run, or defend itself. He just slams his foot on it and his eyes go cold, and ruthless, "Thou be'eth a pathetic mongrel, attacking someone of my caliber, a mongrel like thou shall be put in thous place." "The dirt is where thou belongs, begone into Oblivion beast." He said as he swung his blade at the legless wolf, and watched the blade come close to it.

Edit: And with a final swing, the wolf was cleaved in two, as Fenris, began cutting down the skull and the spine, as the blade came out the other end and the wolf shattered into a million small pieces. With his eyes now back to normal, not the glaze effect, he sheathed Fenris and placed the Magnus Tower Shield behind him and he picked his gear up and began walking towards the Quarry, as he looked at Kitty, "Come, before more arrive." He said to her in his usual mono tones voice.

-Party-

Moartea: 21/22 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1)

-Moartea's Stats-

<<Utility and Mobile>>

> Athletics: +1 DMG, +5 HP

> Precision +1 Accuracy (ACC)

> Night Vision: Ignores any penalties from low light or darkness, as well as negating others stealth bonuses from it

<<Weapon>>

> Fenris: +2 ACC||+1 DMG (Now being used.)

> One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

<<Armor>>

> Magnus Tower Shield: Thorns: Opponent takes 1 point of damage on BD roll of 6-8 when attacking the wearer of this item.(Equipped and being used)

> Heavy Metal Equipment Rank 1: +1 D/R (Negates one point of damage)

<<Extra>>

> Martial Art Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

-Enemy-

Timber Wolf: -2/15 - One damage (Moartea's Tartget) DEAD; Overkilled

(-3 HP) Moartea's attack

(-5 HP) Moartea's attack

(-5 HP) Moartea's attack

(-4 HP) Moartea's attack

Timber Wolf: 0/15 - One damage (Kitty's Target) 

-Moartea's Combat System-

[1]: Epic Miss: Nothing can change this result

[2-5]: Miss

[6-8]: Strike: One base point of damage dealt

[9]: Natural Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra one point dealt

[10]: Natural Hyper Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra two points deal 

~Results~

-Dice Rolls-

ID: 2690

BD: 4 (+3): 7 (Success)

CD: 10

LD: 20

MD: 2

[Rolled a 4+3: 7] (Success)

[One point of damage done on Timber Wolf] (+1 point extra damage, Athletic, +1 point extra damage, One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1, +1 point extra damage, Fenris)

[Wolf rolled a 6, one points done, one point negated by armor]

[Total Damage dealt: 4]

As Moartea saw Kitty do yet again, a large amount of damage, he sighed, and guessed she buffed up her sword skill in order to do as much damage as possible, with his sword skill being only at rank 1, and his armor skill being rank 1, he was a balanced type of fighter. He wasn't too keen on focusing on one skill at a time, he wanted to balance out his defense and offense, as his wolf was now hurting, he went after it, and swung, as it jumped at him as well.

Edit: As his attack landed, the he took the spine of his blade and flipped the wolf, making it go into the air, as  he slashed off the legs, and jumped into the air as well and cleaved the back of the wolf off and sent it flying into the ground. Moartea suddenly slide and stood up, as the second one suddenly went after him, as he pulled up his shield and went defensive. As he looked at Kitty, as he distracted the wolf he was going defensive with.

-Party-

Moartea: 21/22 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1)

-Moartea's Stats-

<<Utility and Mobile>>

> Athletics: +1 DMG, +5 HP

> Precision +1 Accuracy (ACC)

> Night Vision: Ignores any penalties from low light or darkness, as well as negating others stealth bonuses from it

<<Weapon>>

> Fenris: +2 ACC||+1 DMG (Now being used.)

> One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

<<Armor>>

> Magnus Tower Shield: Thorns: Opponent takes 1 point of damage on BD roll of 6-8 when attacking the wearer of this item.(Equipped and being used)

> Heavy Metal Equipment Rank 1: +1 D/R (Negates one point of damage)

<<Extra>>

> Martial Art Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

-Enemy-

Timber Wolf: 2/15 - One damage (Moartea's Tartget)

(-3 HP) Moartea's attack

(-5 HP) Moartea's attack

(-5 HP) Moartea's attack

Timber Wolf: 2/15 - One damage (Kitty's Target) 

-Moartea's Combat System-

[1]: Epic Miss: Nothing can change this result

[2-5]: Miss

[6-8]: Strike: One base point of damage dealt

[9]: Natural Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra one point dealt

[10]: Natural Hyper Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra two points deal 

~Results~

-Dice Rolls-

ID: 2690

BD: 6 (+3): 9 (Success; Non Natural Critical)

CD: 12

LD: 20

MD: 6

[Rolled a 6+3: 9] (Success; Non Natural Critical)

[One point of damage done on Timber Wolf] (+1 point extra damage, Athletic, +1 point extra damage, One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1, +1 point extra damage, Fenris)

[Wolf rolled a 6, one points done, one point negated by armor] (Receives one extra point of damage due to Thorn.)

[Total Damage dealt: 4] (+1 extra point of Damage from Thorn)

[5 total points of damage]

As Moartea saw Kitty take on the second wolf, he saw her deal a large amount of damage to it, and he sighed, for now he drew Fenris from her leather wrapped sheathe, the sword roaring in a terrible way. The demonic curved sword, reaching 54 inches from blade tip to pummel, he wiped her through the air and she roared more and more with each swing, as the first wolf then rushed at him. The wolf jumping at him, and he held up his shield, as the wolf slammed into it and he slashed his sword down at it, hoping to get a hit.

Edit: As his attack landed onto the wolf, the whines of the wolf filled the air, and he Moartea grew a smile, one of evilness and he then saw the eyes on his shield glow, and transparent red vines shot out and wrapped the wolf, as the Thorn ability activated, causing a point of damage to the pathetic wolf that attempted to cause him harm. Only to have its point of damage negated by his skill, with this wolf now hurting on the ground Moartea dragged the tip of Fenris on the ground as he circled the wolf he had hit, and stared it down, his aura now blazing in a glory of concentration.

-Party-

Moartea: 21/22 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1)

-Moartea's Stats-

<<Utility and Mobile>>

> Athletics: +1 DMG, +5 HP

> Precision +1 Accuracy (ACC)

> Night Vision: Ignores any penalties from low light or darkness, as well as negating others stealth bonuses from it

<<Weapon>>

> Fenris: +2 ACC||+1 DMG (Now being used.)

> One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

<<Armor>>

> Magnus Tower Shield: Thorns: Opponent takes 1 point of damage on BD roll of 6-8 when attacking the wearer of this item.(Equipped and being used)

> Heavy Metal Equipment Rank 1: +1 D/R (Negates one point of damage)

<<Extra>>

> Martial Art Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

-Enemy-

Timber Wolf: 7/15 - One damage (Moartea's Target)

(-3 HP) Moartea's attack

(-5 HP) Moartea's attack

Timber Wolf: 9/15 - One damage (Kitty's Target)

-Moartea's Combat System-

[1]: Epic Miss: Nothing can change this result

[2-5]: Miss

[6-8]: Strike: One base point of damage dealt

[9]: Natural Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra one point dealt

[10]: Natural Hyper Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra two points deal 

~Results~

-Dice Rolls-

ID: 2688

BD: 7 (+3): 10 (Success; Non Natural Hyper Critical)

CD: 11

LD: 14

MD: 8

[Rolled a 7+3: 10] (Success; Non Natural Hyper Critical)

[One point of damage done on Timber Wolf] (+1 point extra damage, Athletic, +1 point extra damage, One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1, +1 point extra damage, Fenris)

[Wolf rolled a 8, one points done, one point negated by armor] (Receives one extra point of damage due to Thorn.)

[Total Damage dealt: 4] (+1 extra point of Damage from Thorn)

[5 total points of damage]

More Violin time.

Moartea, looking up finally came across the entrance of the Quarry, but this time, he was faced with two wolfs and he growled under his breathe, as he dropped the satchel and the slammed the pickax into the ground and his fists suddenly began to glows a violet colour. His <<Martial Arts>> skill was now active and he began walking up to the wolfs and he stomped the ground, making it crack, as he went into the Muay Thai stance. His right leg being placed in front of his body with his foot of his right leg facing straight towards the wolf, and the heel of his right foot slightly raised off the ground, his other leg being placed behind with the foot of his right and that rear leg facing at approximately 45 degrees away from his right foot. The rest of his body was turned at a 45 degree angle in sync with the rear foot. 

He was in a side-on stance this was giving him a more advantageous result than a frontal-stance because it minimizes the target areas, as the Frontal-stance exposes most of the bodies vital points while side-on stance makes it extremely difficult to effectively deliver any of attacks. The distance between each of his feet was the appropriate distance, shoulder-length and shoulder-width apart from each other, as most of his body weight was on his rear leg. As his shoulders were raised and the forearms lifted in front of his face. His hands being in the closed position  as now he was choosing to bounce his leading leg up and down as he was ready to execute a "push, straight,  or thrust  kick at any given moment. This stance of footwork prevents his legs from being crossed during combat, and as doing so places balance in Moartea's fighting ability, as he saw the Wolf coming at him, even though he had a shield on, he was able to still fight, as he held his shield up, and drove his right arm in for an attack.

Edit: As Moartea's attack landed, but so did the wolfs attack, his shield was able to deflect the one point of damage, but he was still hurting. The shield seemed to be helping, but his attack was weak, unlike his weapon, he just didn't have time to draw it and swing. As he looks at Kitty and then backs up, getting them close to her, so she can strike, "Attack these insignificant mongrels, slay the, where they stand." He said as his Romanian accent bursted through his lips again, as he stared down the wolfs, Fenris growling as the wind hit it, and Moartea grabbed the handle, and prepared to draw it, as now he had time to do so.

-Party-

Moartea: 21/22 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1)

-Moartea's Stats-

<<Utility and Mobile>>

> Athletics: +1 DMG, +5 HP

> Precision +1 Accuracy (ACC)

> Night Vision: Ignores any penalties from low light or darkness, as well as negating others stealth bonuses from it

<<Weapon>>

> Fenris: +2 ACC||+1 DMG (Not being used, but equipped)

> One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

<<Armor>>

> Magnus Tower Shield: Thorns: Opponent takes 1 point of damage on BD roll of 6-8 when attacking the wearer of this item.(Equipped and being used)

> Heavy Metal Equipment Rank 1: +1 D/R (Negates one point of damage)

<<Extra>>

> Martial Art Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

-Enemy-

Timber Wolf: 12/15 - One damage (Moartea's Target)

(-3 HP) Moartea's attack

Timber Wolf: 15/15 - One damage

-Moartea's Combat System-

[1]: Epic Miss: Nothing can change this result

[2-5]: Miss

[6-8]: Strike: One base point of damage dealt

[9]: Natural Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra one point dealt

[10]: Natural Hyper Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra two points deal 

~Results~

-Dice Rolls-

ID: 2545

BD: 5 (+1): 6 (Success)

CD: 8

LD: 17

MD: 9

[Rolled a 5+1: 6] (Success)

[One point of damage done on Timber Wolf] (+1 point extra damage, Athletic, +1 point extra damage, Martial Art Rank 1)

[Wolf rolled a 9, two points done, one point negated by armor]

[Total Damage dealt: 3].

Moartea looked at the woman named Kitty and when she mentioned a guild he frowned. ""Moartea, age twenty one, solo player." He said, not revealing too much about himself, for he didn't feel to comfortable revealing too much so soon. As the wind seemed to pick up and his hair danced again, at that moment Fenris began to growl, the wind brushing against the blade, Moartea sighed and looked down at it. "Be silent you, this is not the place or time to be like this." He said as then he turned and began walking towards the first area he wanted to mine, the quarry he and Mari went to, he wanted to avoid the caverns, as they were somewhat of a private mining area for him. Now on the path, he looked at his mini map and kept it open but hidden away, so in case he needed to look all he had to do was swipe his hand and it would appear, as the location was nothing more than about 3 minutes of walking.

Moartea sighed and shook his head, "Nay, thine hath not ever rondevu with thou, thou must have thine confused with another person." He said to her, and then turned towards the fields and sighed, as he began to mumble to himself. "How long do I have til the sun goes down, 3... 4 hours... I might do abit of training to improve my skills." He said to himself, as he was quite low keyed in his speech to be heard from the distance of the woman, and he slammed the pickax into the ground and opened up his HUD and found his map. As he clicked the area he knew about and then a new location as the NPC he went to, told him of a mine where the Adamantite Ore formed and he made that his major area, but it was on the furthest parts of the floor and was going to be his last stop. He then turned back to the woman and picked up his pickax, as he tossed it to her, "If thou doth follow thine, then how bout thou come'eth along, thine will need'eth a extra pair of hands to assist thines mining." He said as he materialized another Satchel and tossed it to her, and another pickax as well for himself, giving the woman a look of seriousness.

Moartea turned his head slightly as he heard a voice calling out to him, and he turned to her, he standing fix foot one inches, glances down at the woman in front of him. ~Her again... what does she want?~ He thought to himself and looked at the woman before him, his Slate grey eyes giving off a cold feeling, as his aura was not there. He wasn't about to give off a single hint of anything he was about to do. As he spoke, his accent coming out as the words left his mouth, "You again, what doth be'eth thous desire to follow thine?" His speech reverting to his Old English style, only people he knew very well and close friends he spoke more modern, but this woman was a stranger, and that being the case, he wasn't going to be his relaxed self around her. As his jet black hair seemed to dance slightly in the wind, as the breeze picked up, the snow around him seemed to not touch his clothing in fact, it seemed as almost the snow flakes wanted to avoid Moartea's clothing.

Moartea got up from his face plant and stood up, his shadow extending outward as he looked around, and saw a woman near him. His Slate grey eyes gazed at her, as he bowed to her in a respectful manner and picked up his pickax and satchel. And began to trek forward onto the field, as his sword Fenris roared as the wind brushed against it, and he sighed, "Silence confounded blade you, you'll have your fill in blood soon." He said, as his Romanian accent burst through his lips and it echoed through the air, as his swords roars filled the air as well, As almost the blade and he were conversing, "I said silence, do back talk me." He said, as he stopped at the gate and looked around, for many people began to point at him, his sword yet again, roared as the passing winds brushed against it, this time the wind stayed steady, and the blade began to growl and he chuckled. Turning his head away and walking into the fields, as he found himself on the hill where he could see the roads, and stood there for a minute before he began walking again. 

-OOC: Better catch up to him XD-

Moartea finally leaving his shop on floor four, he was fed up with the loss of his White-Osmium Ores, ones that were not easy to get, as his attire the same as always.  royal purple calf length leather coat, with gold trim along the outline of his coat, mapping even to the collar and the shoulders. it had two silver buttons located opposite of each shoulder, each one in the position of the shoulder meeting the chest, as the coat had a slight pink section near the outline of his coat, with a silver belt, having many fine details and intricate designs built into the layout. The coat having a built in vest shirt, consisting of a grey frame, with two rows of five silver grey buttons reaching to the base of the vest, lined with black coloring as his coat has two built in leather strips connected to the silver belt that wrap around to the back of his coat, a pair of black leather pants, and a pair of metal like boots reaching up to his knees, that have a pink outline with two sets of two white dots on each boot.

He stood there, looking up at the sky, and opened his HUD and looked at his friends list to see Mari's name turned orange, ~Mari... no... how? When I get a chance I'm going to find out.~ He thought as he didn't think she would turn red, ever, with a depressed look in his eyes, he began walking, towards the fields, to the mines he visited with Mari only a few days ago. As his Slate grey eyes seemed to give off a tad bit of sadness now, that his crush turned red, he wasn't going to judge her, only thing now was to accept the facts and ask her about it. As the wind blew in and his jet black hair, held up in a hair pin, danced slightly, at least his bangs did, and some of the hair in the back of his head did. As he was now in the plaza of the town he sat down and opened his HUD once again to pull out a pickax and the satchel as before and let them fall to his feet as he adjusted Fenris, his signature sword, strapped to the back of his waist, a blade reaching 54 inches in total length.

For even his Magnus Tower Shield was now upon his left arm, the large golden and grey coloured tower shield parallel to his arm, reached up to his shoulder and he sighed as this clunky armor was going to be his downfall one of these days. For now he as ready to go out and collect his Materials, as he stood up the wind picked up and the weight of his shield made him fall over. As he made a loud thud and clanking sound, he knew this shield was too big for him, when he had a chance he would find a new Heavy Metal armor piece, so he wouldn't have to worry about this problem.

-Moartea's outfit-

Moartea tried to bundle his rage inside, as this was getting frustrating, with another White-Osmium Ore in his hand tossed it into the smelter and pressing down on a flap, making the fire rise. He picked up a log of wood and placed it into the fire and helped it stay alive, as he saw the ore turn bright red, and he pulled it out with the tongs and placed it into a barrel of water, and pulled out a freshly made Iron ingot. As he placed the ingot into the fire, as he pulled it out and it was glowing red, as he placed it on the anvil, and pounded it into the armor he wanted

Edit: As Moartea saw his material shatter into a million blue pixels, he realized he failed to crafted anything, enraged he grabbed the tab;e near him and tossed it across the room. "AHHHHHH!!!!" "WHY!?!?" "WHY DOTH FAIL LIKE THIS!?!?" "WHY!?!?" He yelled as he tossed around more things, anything he could pick up that wasn't bolted to the ground he threw, and sitting in the center of the rubble, he looked up. And finally realized that this wasn't going to help him, as everything then reset and this mess re-corrected itself, he got up and went up stairs and locked the door, as he entered the lobby, and sat behind his counter, needing to take a break, and relax.

Rank 2: 20 total EXP and 3 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[2-4] Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[5-7] Bad Item: +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[8-9] Good Item: +2 Exp. 
[10] Uncommon Item: +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements) 
[11] Rare Item: +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item: +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

~Results~

-Dice Rolls- 

#ID: 2532

BD: 2

CD: 2

LD: 3
MOB: 1

[Failure: Forsaken Material]

[Forsaken material and gained 1 EXP]

-Before-

Rank 2(38/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

1/3 crafts done today

2 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

-After-

Rank 2(39/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

3/3 crafts done today

1 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

As Moartea pulled out his Ore, his last attempt he got a good item, and he hated that, as he tried again, this time he wanted to try harder, as he out a White-Osmium Ore he tossed it into the smelter and pressing down on a flap, making the fire rise. He picked up a log of wood and placed it into the fire and helped it stay alive, as he saw the ore turn bright red, and he pulled it out with the tongs and placed it into a barrel of water, and pulled out a freshly made Iron ingot. As he placed the ingot into the fire, as he pulled it out and it was glowing red, as he placed it on the anvil, and pounded it into the armor he wanted.

Edit: Another bad item, Moartea finally was getting irritated, all he wanted was a suit of armor, as he placed the item under his table he tried again, and this time he would get it.

Rank 2: 20 total EXP and 3 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[2-4] Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[5-7] Bad Item: +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[8-9] Good Item: +2 Exp. 
[10] Uncommon Item: +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements) 
[11] Rare Item: +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item: +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

~Results~

-Dice Rolls- 

#ID: 2529

BD: 7

CD: 6

LD: 10
MOB: 7

[success: Crafted Bad Item]

[Gained 1 Bad Item 1 EXP]

-Before-

Rank 2(37/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

1/3 crafts done today

3 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

-After-

Rank 2(38/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

2/3 crafts done today

2 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

As Moartea heard his meter bing, he knew that he had to get started on his armor, and with a flash, he got up and equipped his black smithing gear and headed down to the Forge. As he opened and closed the door behind him, and quickly went down stairs, he opened his Forge door, locking it and heading into the hot room to begin his process. pulling out a White-Osmium Ore he tossed it into the smelter and pressing down on a flap, making the fire rise. He picked up a log of wood and placed it into the fire and helped it stay alive, as he saw the ore turn bright red, and he pulled it out with the tongs and placed it into a barrel of water, and pulled out a freshly made Iron ingot. As he placed the ingot into the fire, as he pulled it out and it was glowing red, as he placed it on the anvil, and pounded it into the armor he wanted.

Edit: Another flash of green is what he got and he sighed, placing the good item under the table and pulling out another White-Osmium ore to try to make his armor once again. All he wanted was a perfect armor so he could begin on gathering his Demonic and Red-Osmium ores as well as his regular Osmium ore.

Rank 2: 20 total EXP and 3 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[2-4] Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[5-7] Bad Item: +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[8-9] Good Item: +2 Exp. 
[10] Uncommon Item: +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements) 
[11] Rare Item: +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item: +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

~Results~

-Dice Rolls- 

#ID: 2527

BD: 6

CD: 9

LD: 12
MOB: 2

[success: Crafted Good Item]

[Gained 1 Good Item and 2 EXP]

-Before-

Rank 2(35/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

3/3 crafts done today

4 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

-After-

Rank 2(37/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

1/3 crafts done today

3 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

Moartea was finally getting the crafts he wanted and as he had made MacGraths sword he wanted to rtry to make his armor now, he began his process again, pulling out a White-Osmium Ore he tossed it into the smelter and pressing down on a flap, making the fire rise. He picked up a log of wood and placed it into the fire and helped it stay alive, as he saw the ore turn bright red, and he pulled it out with the tongs and placed it into a barrel of water, and pulled out a freshly made Iron ingot. As he placed the ingot into the fire, as he pulled it out and it was glowing red, as he placed it on the anvil, and pounded it into the armor he wanted.

Edit: A flash of green is what he got and he sighed, placing the good item under the table and walking back up stairs, as he wasted his last craft slot for the day and he went upstairs. Through his lobby and to the upstairs lounge, he opened his door and closed it un-equipping   his clothes and hoped into bed, hpoing to get some sleep, before his new crafts became available.

Rank 2: 20 total EXP and 3 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[2-4] Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[5-7] Bad Item: +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[8-9] Good Item: +2 Exp. 
[10] Uncommon Item: +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements) 
[11] Rare Item: +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item: +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

~Results~

-Dice Rolls- 

#ID: 2522

BD: 10

CD: 8

LD: 18
MOB: 7

[success: Crafted Good Item]

[Gained 1 Good Item and 2 EXP]

-Before-

Rank 2(33/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

2/3 crafts done today

5 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

-After-

Rank 2(35/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

3/3 crafts done today

4 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

As Moartea last attempt was a failure, and this time he knew he would do better as he began his process, he pulled out another Obsidian Ore that MacGrath had given him. tossing it into the smelter and pressing down on a flap, making the fire rise. He picked up a log of wood and placed it into the fire and helped it stay alive, as he saw the ore turn bright red, and he pulled it out with the tongs and placed it into a barrel of water, and pulled out a freshly made Iron ingot. As he placed the ingot into the fire, as he pulled it out and it was glowing red, as he placed it on the anvil, and pounded it into the weapon MacGrath asked for

Edit: As it flashed a brilliant white colour that filled the room, he smiled and pulled out a long sword, one that was extremely ornate, and he walked upstairs and to the mannequin, he placed the weapon in its hands and clicked the object. Making the hands lock in place, as the sword was now on display, and only Moartea could unlock it, as he pulled up his HUD and sent a PM to MacGrath, even though he left the guild he stil had work for this one member and waited for him to come pick up his weapon, as Moartea went down to the Forge again and tried his luck on his armor. 

Rank 2: 20 total EXP and 3 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[2-4] Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[5-7] Bad Item: +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[8-9] Good Item: +2 Exp. 
[10] Uncommon Item: +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements) 
[11] Rare Item: +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item: +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

~Results~

-Dice Rolls- 

#ID: 2521

BD: 8

CD: 11

LD: 1
MOB: 7

[success: Crafted Rare Item]

[Gained 1 Rare Item and 5 EXP]

-Item Crafted-

Item name: 

Wraith-Thra

Item Rarity:
Rare

Shop
[F4-Forge] The Ever-forge

Weapon Type
One-Handed Straight Sword

Enchantment
+2 Damage 

Item Description

A unusual longsword, made of Obsidian, it doesn't retain the black colour of the ore, in fact it took a opposite effect, and turned into a silver and gold colour. This sword is incredibly heavy, and is hard to use at first, for it holds much force behind each swing. A sword of this caliber is one to cherish, as the name, and the blade are one of a kind. 

Photo

-Before-

Rank 2(27/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

1/3 crafts done today

5 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 2 Obsidian Ores in inventory

-After-

Rank 2(33/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

2/3 crafts done today

5 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 1 Obsidian Ores in inventory

As Moartea looked at his meter he decided to go ahead and enter his forge like usual and begin his process, as he changed into his black smithing gear and pulled out one Obsidian Ore that MacGrath had given him. tossing it into the smelter and pressing down on a flap, making the fire rise. He picked up a log of wood and placed it into the fire and helped it stay alive, as he saw the ore turn bright red, and he pulled it out with the tongs and placed it into a barrel of water, and pulled out a freshly made Iron ingot. As he placed the ingot into the fire, as he pulled it out and it was glowing red, as he placed it on the anvil, and pounded it into the weapon MacGrath asked for

Edit: As it flashed a dull blue he knew this was going to be a bad Item and like his for telling was, he got a bad item and sighed, tossing the bad item under his table. He then looked at the Materials he had and decided to try again.

Rank 2: 20 total EXP and 3 Crafts a day

[1] Epic Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[2-4] Failure: +1 Exp. (Forsaken Material) 
[5-7] Bad Item: +1 Exp. (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)
[8-9] Good Item: +2 Exp. 
[10] Uncommon Item: +3 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements) 
[11] Rare Item: +5 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)
[12] Perfect Item: +8 Exp. (GM approval for enhancements)

~Results~

-Dice Rolls- 

#ID: 2517

BD: 5

CD: 6

LD: 18
MOB: 8

[success: Crafted Bad Item]

[Gained 1 Bad Item and 1 EXP]

-Before-

Rank 2(27/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

1/3 crafts done today

2 Mixed Ichor Ores and 3 Obsidian Ores in inventory

-After-

Rank 2(28/40 EXP): 3 Crafts a day

1/3 crafts done today

5 White-Osmium Ores, 1 Adamantite ore and 2 Obsidian Ores in inventory

Its a Evanescence parody!

-OOC: This is before Moartea left the guild, please remember that.-

Moartea looked at this girl and his Slate grey eyes gave off a cold effect now, as he frowned at her, "What business doth thine have?" "Thou bump'eth into thine, and of course I am amiss, thine tends to stand out, that is why thou see'eth me as being amiss." Then Moartea saw Ethereal walking his way and he rubbed his head, "Sir Ethereal, what doth bring'eth thou to such a location?" He said to his newest guild member, as his jet black hair danced in the wind.

-OOC: Since Uriel is not returning to the site, I and Mari are continuing the topic.-

Moartea looked at Mari and gave a confused look then realized what she was doing, and decided to play along, "Oh dear'eth me, was I talking to myself again, I am such a airhead at times Mari, aye I am odd, but that is what makes me interesting." "So shall we then?" He says as he then begins walking through the forest with Mari, and looks down at her, "So where off to now?" He asks her, now ignoring Uriel completely, as if he wasn't there anymore. just like Mari was doing.