Jevi

Moving from the deserts of the fifth floor to the mountain ranges of the fifteenth floor definitely helped her become more accustomed to constant cold weather. Though, snow wasn't necessarily a constant view outside her door, unlike the fourth floor. It was almost a different type of cold.. less windy, more of a bite to the air, and, of course, the snow itself. If she was going to be participating in this snowball fight, she would have had to prepare for more than just standing around a hot forge in the cold air. A thicker pair of pants and a fur-lined coat should do nicely. Jevi could h

"A snowball fight? Seriously?" "..." "Alright f*** it, I'm in." // Team A!

A fist crashed into the sand bag that hung haphazardly from one of the ceiling support beams, causing it to very slightly rock back and forth. It was followed up by another hit, and then another hit.. each one harder than the last. Teeth clenching as she grunts with each punch, stepping back and hitting the bag once more with everything she had. The back swings back and forth on the chain before she gently grabs the side with both hands, allowing her forehead to rest on its surface. Heavy breaths created an almost constant fog in front of her face. "Dammit.." she managed to let out, catching h

Another day, another crafting attempt. Sitting at one of the open, window slits with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, she welcomed the cold breeze that swept through her open air shop up in the mountains. Staring out into the unknown for a moment, she sighs before taking one last sip of her drink. Setting it down, she got to work. ID 208324 | CD 6+1=7 | Uncommon T4 Weapon +5 EXP ID 208325 | CD 7+1=8 | Uncommon T4 Heavy Armor +5 EXP ID 208326 | CD 7+1=8 | Uncommon T4 Shield +5 EXP ID 208327 | CD 1+1=2 +3 EXP ID 208328 | CD 9+1=10 | Rare T4 Heavy Armor

The woman could not help but smile at his offer to give her more than she had asked for. It was only fair, given she was originally going to gift him the breastplate for no charge. Her gaze pulled from his, a finger rounding her ear and tucking a few loose strands of hair behind it before golden orbs looks back up to him. "Alright, deal. And don't leave me hanging on the quest invitation... I need to make sure that armor and those gauntlets hold up in battle." ID 208219 | CD 2+1= 3 +3 EXP ID 208220 | CD 11+1=12 | Perfect T4 Light Armor +10 EXP Name: Second Wind Profession

"Hm.. Alright, let me see what I can do." She didn't want to show it, but Jevi was pushing her limits. Having modified a previous set of armor for Grave already.. she only had so much more she could do in a day. Slipping the tunic she wore off of her shoulders, leaving her in a tight fit, sleeveless, black shirt that cut off just above the belly button, she washed her face of the sweat that gathered on her brow and went back to work. After a few moments of attempting to craft the requested gauntlets, as well as another few items while she had the wind left in her, she was finished. With

A wispy sigh passed through Jevi's lips as she ran the cold water from the small, trickling waterfall along her face and hair. It wasn't a shower by any means, but it definitely woke her up and helped keep her cool when the heat of the forge started roaring. Grabbing her hammer, she'd give it a small toss, flipping in the air before catching it in the palm of her hand once more. "Alright, back to work." she'd say to herself before placing down the first material of the day on the workbench. ID 207584 | CD 12+1=13 | Perfect T4 Weapon +10 EXP Name: Assassin's Judgement Profession: Bla

With hands on her hips, she looked at Grave with pursed lips. "Hmmm" her eyes narrowed, trying to think of a fair price to throw at the man for the armor. Eventually, after letting him sweat a bit, she let her ruse fall she smiled, standing up straighter and bringing her arms up to cross at her chest. "Don't worry about it. Consider it a welcome back gift." "Or you can just owe me one. I've got a lot of shit to do to get back into the swing of things myself.. So just think of me next time you go out on a quest or something." As she turned and began walking back towards her workbench

House Name: Mountainfall Manor Location: Floor 15 (Just outside of Lharsi) Description: Only a small portion of the player home is visible, sticking out of the side of the mountain. A larger residence within is hinted at by windows carved throughout the mountainside. Plot Size: Two-Story Home Room(s): (6/10 Rooms) (2/2 Yard Slots) Bedroom (Assigned to Jevi) (2nd Story) Basic Workshop (Assigned to Jevi) (1st Story) Bathroom (Assigned to Jevi) (2nd Story) Herbalist Hut (Assigned to Jevi) (1st Story) Basement (Assigned to Jevi) (Basement) Living Room

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Accepting this trade.

With the Challenge of Olympus complete, the blessing of the gods in her hand, and a newfound confidence, Jevi returned to her shop on the fifteenth floor and immediately got to work. Using the skills she had learned from the god of blacksmiths, she focused on each piece she wanted to create, envisioning it within her mind before starting the process. Her hard work paid off, as she created two new pieces of gear for herself, and a third to put on sale. ID 207555 | CD 1 + 1 | Fail +1 EXP ID 207556 | CD 6 + 1 | Uncommon T4 Weapon +3 EXP Name: Switch Blade Profession: Blacksmith

Giving the sword a couple of practice swings to test the balance of the blade, she felt satisfied with her work. Probably one of the greatest swords she had created. Resting the blade in the palm of her hand, she walked over to Hephaestus and held the sword out to him. Her golden eyes looked up to him, her olive skin glistening from the sweat. "There." she finally speaks through shallow breaths, "Hows this?" The longsword she had created seemed more like a shortsword in the grasp of Hephaestus, handling the weapon with ease in a single hand. He tilted the blade, looking closely at the ed

Now able to be formed, she brought the heated slab back to the work bench. Grabbing the hammer in her free hand, she began to pound the metal into shape. Sparks flew with each strike, illuminating the cavern like localized strikes of lightning. The crash of the metal echoed throughout, fading by the time she would pound the hammer once again. The sword continued to take shape. She could feel the sweat pouring down the sides of her face, droplets hitting the heated metal with a loud sizzle. Satisfied with her work, Jevi would set the hammer down. After a quick breather, she would grab the tongs

Grabbing an hourglass the size of Jevi's torso, Hephaestus would set it on the arm of his chair, at the same time the shutters of a window opening and allowing a ray of sunlight to cast upon the grains of sand within. "You have until the sand in this timer runs out.. or when the sun sets below the mountain's peak. The best blacksmiths must learn to work under pressure." Shit.. she had no idea this would be a timed challenge. Usually she took her time when making weapons.. but this added a whole other level to this challenge. Turning towards what she had available, she first needed to deci

The helmeted noggin of the Hephaestus shook his head as he took slow, assisted steps towards Jevi. "Do not allow my battles to belittle yours, for we all differ in the grand scheme of things. The fact that you overcame your battle and came out stronger is what makes us even." The man continued to step out of the way towards a large, throne like chair. Leaning his crutch on the side, he slowly lowered himself into the seat, letting out a struggling grunt as he did so. "Now, girl, show me that you've overcome your struggles. Craft me a weapon suited for a god. If I find your product worthy enoug

"I take it you are here to to test your skill as a blacksmith" the voice a presence, but slightly muffled. Placing the hammer down on the work bench, the form of Hephaestus turned around to face Jevi, struggling with the use of an ornate crutch under their arm. A single heavy boot fell back to the earth, and the light of a visible eye peeked out at the woman from the darkness of a copper helmet. Jevi looked on in both curiosity and awe at the god, a single leg supplemented with a crutch, a strange contraption with gears and pulleys bolted to the back of their shoulder, most likely to assist in

The front door to the pantheon was even larger than she could have imagined, a entryway for a titan of an individual. At a quick glance, she did not even see any sort of knob or handle at her height to be able to open the door. "What the hell...?" she said to herself with a sigh, as she brushed the hair from her face to look upwards at the gold plated doorway. "Maybe I can just.." she said as she reached a hand out, placing it upon the face of the door in an attempt to push it open. As her skin made contact, everything went white, as if she had used the teleporter to warp between floors.

The satyr stepped to the side and motioned for Jevi to continue through the front gates of the shining city. She almost felt as though she had passed through to some sort of afterlife.. it was a shame she couldn't feel any pain, so pinching herself probably wouldn't do the trick. With an upturned chin and mouth agape, Jevi stepped through into the welcoming grounds for Olympus. Multiple bridges spanned out from the surface he stood on, leading to varying layers of the city. All, however, eventually lead to one central building at the top.. which is where she assumed she needed to go. The

"Stick close to me." the satyr finally spoke up, "We'll be passing through the cloud cover soon. It'll get very hard to see.. and its a long way down." With almost no time to allow what the satyr said to process, her vision became obscured. A thick fog fell over them, leaving her to only see about five feet in each direction. quickening her steps, Jevi close the distance between herself and the satyr.. she didn't want to lose him now after climbing for so long. Strangely enough, the wind was very minimal for their apparent altitude. Eerily silent. All she could hear was the sound of

The path carved up the mountain for Jevi and the satyr escort to travel was safe, for the most part. There were a few monsters that littered the path, but as the satyr got close, they seemed to clear the way, retreating into caves or sliding down to a lower part of the mountain. Was she receiving extra protection because she had accepted this challenge, or was the satyr actually a force to be reckoned with, and the wandering monsters could sense it. She stared at the back of the head of the satyr.. a part of her curious to test that theory, but she eventually thought the better of herself. She

Jevi hadn't really thought of this meeting as one with actual gods.. albeit virtual renditions of Greek mythological figures. The idea of it aroused a bit of excitement within her, giving her that feeling of fluttering within her stomach. The woman nodded her head, "Yes, yes I have." "Good" the satyr responded, gripping their spear and rear end of the handle into the dirt at his hooves. The sound that came from the simple act created a rumble that seemed to echo all the way up the tall mountain before them, "Another accepts the challenge." Turning in place, the satyr begins to walk

"Who goes there?" the voice called out, "Show yourself." Its grip tightened on the long handle of its spear, ready, but not showing any immediate hostility. "Shit.." Jevi cursed under her breath, she was no good at sneaking around anyway. With cautious steps, the woman stepped out from behind the tree, hands at her sides with palms facing outwards to show that she was unarmed. "Uhh hey there." she said as she approached, still seeing no defensive motions from the satyr. "I don't mean any harm" The satyr chuckled, the corner of their lips hooking into an imp-like smirk, "As if adventurers