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 hear the contestants as she walked through the snow, their voices and laughter ringing out, even through the thick coverage of fir trees. Without realizing it, the promise of a fun time put more of a pep in her step and the hint of a smirk on her face. It had been some time since she had seen this many people.. or anyone at all, really. 

Ducking under a low hanging branch, she was now standing on the sidelines of the winter warzone. Balls of packed, white snow flung back and forth, crashing into the snow and other players alike. Swiping a hand upwards, she checked the message sent over from the system about the event. "Team A.. Alright." she said to herself with a nod before hopping off of the small snowbank and joining the fray. Reaching a hand down to scoop up some snow into her gloved hand, she would pack it into a ball as she walked over towards one of the more familiar faces on her team, @Hirru.

"Catch." shed call out, as she tossed to snowball towards him to.. well, catch. "Glad I'm not on a team with a bunch of strangers." 

Making another quick snowball, she would look across the field at her targets, "..Why the hell did she dress like a boxer to a snowball fight?"  Shrugging her shoulders, she would toss her snowball at the one player not dressed for the occasion, @Zandra.

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"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 her breath. Patting the sweat from her forehead dry, she went back to work.

ID 210130| CD 10 | Rare T4 Shield |  +7

ID 210131 | CD 9 | Uncommon T4 Katana |+5

ID 210132 | CD 2 | Fail | +3

ID 210133 | CD 1 | Fail | +3

ID 210134 | CD 8 Uncommon T4 Dagger |+5

ID 210135 | CD 6 Uncommon T4 Heavy Armor |+5
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- 6 Mats
+28 EXP

360/539 EXP

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
+7 EXP

ID 208329 | CD 6+1=7 | Uncommon T4 Heavy Armor
+5 EXP

-6 Mats
+30 EXP
Rank Up!

332/539 EXP

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: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 208220
Roll: 11+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Perfect
Item Type: Light Armor
Enhancements: Recovery | Recovery | Mitigation

Very light chainmail that allows for energy recovery during battle. The weight does not bog down the user.

ID 208221 | CD 5+1=6 LD 7
+4 EXP

ID 208222 | CD 5+1=6 LD 16
+4 EXP

ID 208223 | CD 6+1=7 | Uncommon T4 Weapon
+5 EXP

ID 208224 | CD 8+1=9 | Uncommon T4 Heavy Armor
+5 EXP
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-5 Mats
+31 EXP

302/319 EXP

"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 the item in front of her, she placed both of her hands on the workbench beside her, taking in a few haggard breaths. With one, large breath in, she would pick up the item and return to Grave. "The normal price would be four materials.. Since you said you don't have them on you, you can just bring them back to me whenever you get them."

ID 208099 | CD 1+1 =2
+3 EXP

ID 208100 | CD 12+1 =13
+10 EXP
Name: Wyvern's Grasp
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 208100
Roll: 12+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Perfect
Item Type: Gauntlets
Enhancements: Damage | Damage | Paralyze
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These scale mail gauntlets resemble the razor sharp claws of a dragon. Black diamond shaped plates cover the forearm, with three golden diamonds running along the top. The knuckles and fingers are painted a deep purple, coming to a sharp iron point at the tip of each finger.

ID 208101 | CD 4+1 =5 | LD 11
+4 EXP

ID 208102 | CD 11+1 =12
+ 10 EXP
Name: The Slow Death
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 208102
Roll: 12+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Perfect
Item Type: Katana
Enhancements: Bleed | Bleed | Accuracy

A break from the traditional craftsmanship, the sharp edge of the katana is cut jagged, tooth like edges that tear through the enemy. It may not be sharp enough to cut your opponent in two, but will wear them down over time.

ID 208103 | CD 9+1 =10
+7 EXP
Name: Dwarven Strike
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 208103
Roll: 12+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Perfect
Item Type: 2H Battle Axe
Enhancements: Damage | Damage

ID 208104 | CD 1+1 =2
+3 EXP
__________________

-5 Mats
+37 EXP

271/319 EXP

Trading Grave Wyvern's Grasp <<ID 208100>> and a UOME for 4 Mats.

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: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 207584
Roll: 12+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Perfect
Item Type: Gauntlets
Enhancements: Accuracy | Accuracy | Bleed

A pair of lightweight gauntlets that allow swiftness and precision with ones strikes. On a critical hit, a small hidden blade extends from the wrist to deal some extra stabbing damage. 

ID 207585 | CD 4+1=5 LD 5 | Salvage (Fail)
+4 EXP

ID 207586 | CD 10+1=11 | Rare T4 Heavy Armor
+7 EXP
Name: Juggernaut
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 207586
Roll: 10+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Rare
Item Type: Heavy Armor
Enhancements: Mitigation | Taunt

ID 207587 | CD 4+1=5 LD 15 | Salvage (Success)
+4 EXP

ID 207588 | CD 6+1=7 | Uncommon T4 Weapon
+5 EXP
Name: Pin-point
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 207588
Roll: 6+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Uncommon
Item Type: Rapier
Enhancements: Accuracy

ID 207589 | CD 2+1=3 LD 6 | Salvage (Fail)
+4 EXP

+34 EXP
-5 Mats

234/319 EXP

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, she spoke over her shoulder to him once more. "Didn't you say you needed some new gauntlets or something as well? I can probably make those for you as well.. but those I'll probably have to charge you for, this girl's only got so many materials to spare. You could just pay me back later if anything."

- Trading Black Rose Breastplate

@Grave

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 (Assigned to Jevi) (2nd Story)

Total Cost: Tier 6 Donation

Using 1x Name tag on Erin's Protection (Both items acquired here )

Name: Erin's Protection
Roll ID: 92864
Item Type: Trinket
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: +3 Evasion
Description: A small, round silver charm featuring the symbol of a Celtic shield knot. The center hosts a tiny smooth, opaque gem that resembles a heart.

Becomes>> 

Name: Fancy Footwork
Roll ID: 92864
Item Type: Trinket
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: +3 Evasion
Description: A dark band that hugs the neck like a choker, with a smell pendant hanging off of it. 

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
Rank: 5
ID: 207556
Roll: 6+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Uncommon
Item Type: Dagger
Enhancements: Bleed

ID 207557 | CD 12 + 1 | Perfect T4 Weapon
+8 EXP
Name: Maelstrom Vambraces
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 207557
Roll: 12+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Perfect
Item Type: Gauntlets 
Enhancements: Keen | Keen | Paralyze

A pair of bracers worn on the forearms that appear as more of a frame of iron, rather than a solid piece. They sit over a pair of long, padded gloves, and seem to spark with electricity when activated in battle. 

ID 207558 | CD 6 + 1 | Uncommon T4 Light Armor
+3 EXP
Name: Chain Shirt
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 207558
Roll: 6+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Uncommon
Item Type: Light Armor
Enhancements: Mitigation

ID 207559 | CD 12 + 1 | Perfect T4 Light Armor
+8 EXP
Name: Brawler's Respite
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 207559
Roll: 12+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Perfect
Item Type: Light Armor
Enhancements:  Mitigation | Mitigation | Recovery

The links on this chainmail were crafted so small, at first glance the armor appears to be a silvery shirt. Meant to be worn under the user's clothes, it allows flexibility and protection, and lightweight enough to allow the user to catch their breath in the midst of battle.

ID 207560 | CD 12 + 1 | Perfect T4 Shield
+8 EXP
Name: Retribution
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 207560
Roll: 12+1
Tier: 4
Quality: Perfect
Item Type: Shield
Enhancements: Mitigation | Thorns | Thorns

A silver and marble shield with a gold trim. Any attacks that land against its smooth surface seem to bounce right back at the attacker.

______________
- 6 Mats
+ 31 EXP

200/319 EXP

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 edges she had sharpened, and at all the details she had put into her work. It was not the most beautifully crafted weapon, but it was strong and sturdy. He would place the blade down on the opposite side of his chair and turn back to Jevi. He looked at the girl for a long moment before nodding his head. "You've done well. You overcame your struggles and sought me out to test your skill. You did not falter when given your task, and proved to charge head on into challenged despite being faced with the unknown." 

A flash of golden light before his person, and a hammer appeared.. floating in the air. Its golden form slowly lowered itself down towards Jevi, allowing her to take the item as her own. "Take my hammer as a symbol of your passing of this test, and allow it to aid you in your future crafts."

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Jevi T4: 4453/30 = 148 * 5 = 740 * 4 = 2960 EXP + 500 EXP 
3460 EXP
400 Col
Hephaestus’ Hammer | Crafting Tool | Meticulous: +1 CD when crafting in one’s workshop.

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 in both hands once again before carrying it over to a large basin of water. Slowly, the blade plunged into the cold water with a resounding hiss, letting off a large cloud of steam that consumed everything in the surrounding space. 

Once the slab of metal had cooled, it was time to begin sharpening. Jevi brought the unfinished weapon to the grindstone, a stone wheel held within a wooden casing. As she sat down on the small seat, she began to turn the wheel by pressing down on a pedal. The stone wheel span around in place, reaching a speed that would allow Jevi to grind the stone to the sharpness she wanted. Sparks continuously flew as she sanded the sides of the blade down into sharp edges. This challenge was proving to be much tougher than working in her shop... normally it was just a couple of easy steps and the materials would form themselves but this.. this was actually forging a weapon. 

Attaching a handle was simple enough, and with the finishing touches, she tied a purple-dyed leather around the handle, and added a similarly purple piece of fabric to hang off the end of the pommel. With almost no time left to spare, Jevi had completed her weapon. 

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 decide what she was going to make. A sword seemed the best option.. classic, versatile. 

Next step.. what was she going to make it out of? There were a couple of choices laid out for her, all with different possible statistics depending on how she went about heating and shaping the metal. Orichalcum, Meteorite, or Adamant. She tapped on her chin and gnawed on her lower lip for a moment, before deciding on adamant. Grabbing the mythical steel and a large pair of tongs, she took hold of the metal and brought it over to the nearby furnace to heat the metal.

However, after holding the metal within for a few moments, she noticed no yellowing.. no actual heating of the metal. If she weren't timed, she would be fine with leaving it and keeping an eye on it but... Looking over her shoulder, she would peek at the hourglass.. Still plenty of time, but that could run out faster than expected. She continued to search for an alternate method.. and then remembered where they were. Pulling the adamant slab out from the fire, she would carry it over to the side of the platform, where she would hold it directly over the lave. Flames licked up the side of the metal and up her arms, causing her a small bit of damage.. but the result she wanted was there. The slab went from a bright, silvery shine to a glowing yellow. 

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 enough, you shall receive my blessing." A hand outstretched over the entirety of the space, "You may use the tools and materials found within my forge as you see fit. Most are metals you would not find within your mortal realm, so be aware. This will be no simple task."

"Are you prepared?" 

The forge was created for a man of Hephaestus' size, only her chin coming up to the workbench, and the hammer the size of her body. However, as the god initiated the challenge, Jevi looked over her shoulder to find everything of the perfect size for her.. had she grown? Or had the items shrunk to her size. Hephaestus, however, still remained the same, giant-like size compared to her.

Jevi looked at the god with a face of determination, nodding her head. "I'm ready."

"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 movement, and a helmet that completely covered their head. Even through these obvious injuries and deformities, Hephaestus still pushed through to keep his title as the god of blacksmiths. 

"I understand if my visage frightens you.. I've-"

"No no.." Jevi reassured him, "I'm amazed. Inspired even. Here I was, close to giving up on crafting just because I felt depressed but.. seeing you. It makes that seem a bit silly now." she added with a small, nervous chuckle.

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. 

Once the light had faded, Jevi found herself in a large chamber, illuminated by streams of lava that poured from cracks in the wall into a pool that sit still and unmoving below the platform she stood on. A tall set of stairs lead upwards to a secondary platform, much larger, and suspended in the air with massive chains bolted into the opposite walls. A flash of light illuminated the chamber briefly as what sounded like metal pounding against metal sounded out. Another flash. She recognized the sound as a hammer banging against metal, forming it into a usable form. One foot at a time, she climbed the stairs to reveal a large forge, and a burly man hunched over a workbench, hammer in hand and hard at work. 

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. 

There were no civilians walking around.. which was to be expected if this was the home of the gods. Though, she did not even see any of them walking around either, not like she would know what they looked like. Most likely, she assumed, they were all gathered within the pantheon atop the highest point of the mountain to greet players and initiate their challenges. 

"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 dirt crunching beneath their feet as they walked, Jevi being unsure of wait waited beyond the clouds. 

Finally, light began to peek through, and Jevi was greeted with a sight that seemed entirely too unreal. "Welcome, traveler, to Olympus. Home of the gods."

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'd rather not die because she wanted to know if an NPC was actually strong or not. 

Though, even though she was thankful at how safe the path was.. the trip was rather boring. The satyr didn't really provide much conversation, even when spoken to. Jevi tried to strike up conversation every once in awhile.. but they would either respond in single word answers, or not at all. With a heavy sigh, she continued behind, climbing the many stairs to the top of the mountain.

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 through the broken archway towards the steps leading up the mountain. "Come, I will lead the way." 

Watching after the satyr for just a moment, Jevi felt instilled with confidence to continue on. With determination plastered upon her face, she fell in step and followed the satyr up the side of the mountain.

"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 like you could bring me any harm."

Was this goat man calling her weak? She frowned for a moment as her brow lowered atop her eyes. Before she could retaliate, the satyr addressed her again. "I jest, of course. Are you here to climb Mount Olympus? To take on the challenge of the gods?"