Arabelle

Now he was waiting on her.

Well, he can wait all he wants, was what she wanted to think, but Arabelle had her combat prowess to defend here. With a nod of her head, the small purple-haired girl had him clear out and turned her focus to the last remaining mob. A weaker Sword Art will do and she had just enough energy for two shots at it.

Amaterasu flared with a black energy and the antman almost appeared to cower in terror at her weapon. Their earlier scuffle ended with it cornered against the wall and lunging desparately forward, it scored another strike which she easily deflected with a wave of her scythe. Smiling triumphantly, she swung her scythe.

—And all of a sudden, she was meeting rock-hard resistance, the mob was nowhere to be found, and strong arms were holding onto her and pulling her away from a collapse. Rocks of various sizes pried themselves off the walls and rolled down and slight tremors were felt on the ground. The cave was crumbling, but luckily, it didn't reach them and the dust eventually settled.

The mob had dodged in the nick of time. Arabelle had struck a portion of the wall. 

And—

"What the hell...?" Draeil let her go and stared, open-mouthed. "This wasn't in the map."

There was a heavy bang and the second one of Draeil's disappeared in an explosion of intangible crystals. Then the third. It left the fourth bug who'd somehow had the idea to switch targets and attempted to charge the girl behind him — the one proven to be a weaker target.

She was, admittedly, a little unprepared.

Arabelle took her eyes off her own mob and dashed backwards, but another swing of the swordsman's large blade cut the stronger one in half. She recovered and recharged [Screw Dimension], but not soon enough to dodge the blow coming from her own mob. It buried the tip of its spear in her side — critical! — but she ripped herself from the weapon and countered with her own attack before the overgrown mob could pull back. 

"'Keep your damn mobs under control.'"

"You were standing too close, how the hell was I supposed to predict that?!"

He did it on purpose. He had to have done it on purpose. What else could explain the timing? He continued hacking and slashing away at his mobs much to her displeasure, but as if on second thought, Draeil unexpectedly looked over his shoulder and mouthed a 'sorry.'

As if on second thought. Arabelle shot a colorful glare at his back as he turned back and dispatched the first of his mobs. Back to hers. She leaped back before the mob could get any closer and gave it a shove with the blunt end of her blade to make doubly sure. Gathering up her energy to channel into her weapon once again, the small purple-haired girl brought her scythe down like an axe on a chopping block. She cleaved through a fourth of its still-full(???) HP bar, twisted Amaterasu behind her, and came down again with a slice that brought it down to half.

"Eight of them!"

"Alright, same-old tactic."

"What if we party up? Mobs only spawn like this if we're separated."

"And then I would have to assist you with my loot minimum?"

"Fair point, I don't want your assistance either!"

And petty squabbles between two players who'd firmly decided they should dislike the other filled the gaps between clashes of metal, the clicking of ants, and feet scuffing against the cave floor. Arabelle twisted her scythe and darkness spilled from it, seeming to momentarily distort the air around her. She turned the full force of her Sword Art on her targets, obliterating all but three. 

"Keep that damn thing under control."

"Scared of the dark?"

"No." She thought she heard him grind his teeth in annoyance. "It's getting in our way."

"Your sword's bright flashing isn't doing any better either."

There was another flash as he activated a [Sword Art] and though she didn't shut her eyes at it, the lapse in her concentration was enough for the last antman to sneak past her guard and thrust its spear at her.

"What's your game this time around? Everyone already knows the first guy's too unreliable, so you gonna get your claws into our guild through some other way we don't know of?"

"You lot read too much into it. I'm juuust here to collect materials."

"Why now?"

"Is there anything special about now?"

He hesitated. As if he was reining himself in. Her eyes were once again alight with curiosity. Guild matters were guild matters. Claude would never speak to her of such things, no matter how close they were. Unlike Draeil was seeming to imply, he'd... learned his lesson.

Arabelle didn't like calling it like that.

"Nothing."

"Then our meeting was a complete coincidence."

"A good one."

"Oh? I'm sorry, but—"

"At least someone would be around to keep you in check. There's nothing I can do to stop you since you have a permit, but there isn't anything stopping me from coming along and keeping tabs on your activity."

Arabelle blinked.

"--You're on our grounds, you work under our terms."

She tucked her hands behind her back and sighed, eyes flashing a deep crimson.

"Are you going to say something?"

"Behind you."

Amaterasu appeared in her hand and she spun out into an offensive.

Her hand clawed at scorching flesh — fingers sinking deep into skin, she would have drawn blood if she were anywhere else but here — and she twisted around in the beast's grip. Blue receded from her energy bar as wrathful flames broke and raged down Amaterasu's blade. She aimed, and the Sword Art released with a blast of black energy, forcefully sinking her blade well into its jaw.

Arabelle safely dropped to the ground amid cascading embers and data crystals. 

"That went a little longer than expected," she remarked, examining the tears in her armor where the hell hound had bitten her. With a small huff, she manifested a large red cloak and threw it over her shoulders. Another thrum of red, and her HP bar was further into the yellow zone. "But it might have been worth it. You're cute when you're worried. That aside, have you ever heard of this quest we walked into by complete accident?"

From the bubbling rivers and pools all around them, magma climbed past the banks. The streams of bright orange amassed in the center of the room and from it arose a figure larger than the Hell Hounds they faced before. 

"That was only the first wave."

Arabelle hardly spared a glance at the spawning Gatekeeper. She strode forward, fixing her appraising eyes on Pinball as her scythe vanished into wisps of flame, and locked an iron grip on his wrist — and she wouldn't have managed to swing around a weapon larger than her size if she wasn't strong in some way.

"Come on. Let's hide before it catches us in this state. Behind the pillar works, I suppose?"

It wasn't exactly a suggestion. 

The small girl went ahead, leading him by the hand.

Impulsive. Fighting for what was ..."correct" in his own right. Obnoxiously bright colors. The heavy armor and shiny white greatsword combo. And that fighting style, while it was hardly the disciplined sort (which she figured he was perfectly capable of), wasted movements in favor of style and showmanship.

Rarely were these sorts of things a complete accident.

People often fashion their appearances — sometimes their entire demeanor — on how they want to be perceived. What was more telling, however, was how well they wore those personalities — and the nature of the facades themselves.

Arabelle fully pried the crystal off the cave wall and tucked her hands behind her back. Meanwhile, with one final swing, the last antman's head detached from the rest of its body. Both pieces landed on the ground with soft thumps, where they then disintegrated.

"Bravo, bravo," she hummed. Drawing nearer, she held out the glowing crystal. "For you. I won't take 'no' for an answer. It was right beside you while we were talking earlier... and oh, so were the ants. For a member of a scouting guild, you don't pay much attention to your surroundings, do you?"

"Clear on my end."

It was brief, but she caught him shooting her a suspicious glare before he cast his glance at the immediate area. Double checking. And his head snapped in his opponents' directions to deflect a blow with his jaw clenched in frustration. "Got it," Draeil gritted out. His sword sparked a bright blue and he shoulder-barged an attacking antman off balance, then unleashed an attack on the three hiding behind it. "Now either stay where you are or head back to the entrance."

Ignoring the fact that he had absolutely no right to order her around, they both knew she wasn't about to leave.

So Arabelle slowly pried a glowing crystal off the wall as she watched. Antmen in their red zones, Draeil in green and completely regenerating whatever they threw at him. When one lunged forward with its spear held out, he took the attack head-on and his own disintegrated it. Quite the force to be reckoned with, but what really compelled her to keep staring was a thought that kept flitting about her mind. Not exactly bothering her, but a simple curiosity. 

An entire group of four, gone in a cloud of blue and white data crystals. Two attacks from her had apparently blasted their health bars to smithereens, and she had to say: she was very pleased at the result. Yet another large haul of col and empty recording crystals for her shop — and maybe she could actually try her luck with unidentifieds this time? she had a fair amount — but her satisfaction easily waned when she looked down.

Arabelle almost scowled; the monstrous bugs had been quick to gather their coarse wooden spears and attack her as soon as she was within reach. A large portion of her health bar was missing. There were holes and tears all over her once-pristine armor, revealing the red 3D mesh beneath. All sure to heal up and repair and she'd figured even Bahr's finely-tailored armor would go through some wear and tear as she used it, but feelings weren't easily rid of by logic.

She didn't like it when pretty things — pretty things that were hers — got damaged.

On 3/27/2020 at 2:18 PM, Gaius said:

3/26/20

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Name:	Hazelnut Cookie Rounds
Profession:	Cook
Rank:	6
Roll ID:	138794
Roll Result:	10+1/LD:14
Item Type:	Dessert
Tier:	1
Quality:	Rare
Enhancements:	Loot Dice 2
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A collection of rather enjoyable sphere of hazelnut en-coated with cooked dough, quick to consume and tasty. Simple but practical

 

Name:	Hazelnut Cookie Rounds
Profession:	Cook
Rank:	6
Roll ID:	138794-1
Roll Result:	10+1/LD:14
Item Type:	Dessert
Tier:	1
Quality:	Rare
Enhancements:	Loot Dice 2
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A collection of rather enjoyable sphere of hazelnut en-coated with cooked dough, quick to consume and tasty. Simple but practical

 

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Name:	Strawberry Iced Mousse
Profession:	Cook
Rank:	6
Roll ID:	138796
Roll Result:	11+1/LD:19
Item Type:	Dessert
Tier:	1
Quality:	Perfect
Enhancements:	Ambition 1
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A festive and staple dessert with a light tang of alcohol but tempered for the sort with a less inclination to the stronger stuff. It's very smooth by comparison to the purified brandy that is used in its creation, cold and refreshing and is much more palatable.

 

Name:	Strawberry Iced Mousse
Profession:	Cook
Rank:	6
Roll ID:	138796-1
Roll Result:	11+1/LD:19
Item Type:	Dessert
Tier:	1
Quality:	Perfect
Enhancements:	Ambition 1
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A festive and staple dessert with a light tang of alcohol but tempered for the sort with a less inclination to the stronger stuff. It's very smooth by comparison to the purified brandy that is used in its creation, cold and refreshing and is much more palatable.

 

Name:	Strawberry Iced Mousse
Profession:	Cook
Rank:	6
Roll ID:	138796-2
Roll Result:	11+1/LD:19
Item Type:	Dessert
Tier:	1
Quality:	Perfect
Enhancements:	Ambition 1
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A festive and staple dessert with a light tang of alcohol but tempered for the sort with a less inclination to the stronger stuff. It's very smooth by comparison to the purified brandy that is used in its creation, cold and refreshing and is much more palatable.

 

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Name:	Cinnamon Rounded Stick
Profession:	Cook
Rank:	6
Roll ID:	138797
Roll Result:	12+1/LD:14
Item Type:	Dessert
Tier:	1
Quality:	Perfect
Enhancements:	Prosperity 3
Post Link:	Here
Description:	Fried dough of a peculiar asterisk twirl, it appears as though the chef took special care to attach the ends and it must have been once been a rod before this was done.

 

Name:	Cinnamon Rounded Stick
Profession:	Cook
Rank:	6
Roll ID:	138797-1
Roll Result:	12+1/LD:14
Item Type:	Dessert
Tier:	1
Quality:	Perfect
Enhancements:	Prosperity 3
Post Link:	Here
Description:	Fried dough of a peculiar asterisk twirl, it appears as though the chef took special care to attach the ends and it must have been once been a rod before this was done.

 

5 hours ago, Macradon said:

Name: Omos Guard
Your Profession: Blacksmith
Your Rank: 10
ID:  138834
Roll: 12
Item Type: Heavy Armor
Tier: 2
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: Mit 3
Description: This Heavy armour piece is a silver-like metal markings of fire. The metal goes around the right arm and shoulder of the player, giving the player some protection on their weapon arm.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/1065-shop-f1the-blazing-typhoon-rank-10-grand-master-blacksmith/?do=findComment&comment=600494

Name: Flaming Heart
Your Profession: Blacksmith
Your Rank: 10
ID: 138838
Roll: 12
Item Type: Heavy Armor
Tier: 2
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: Heavy Momentum 2, Recovery 1
Description: The Armour is made of a silver-like metal with red markings of fire. The Armour is placed in front of the chest of the user guarding the player's chest.Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/1065-shop-f1the-blazing-typhoon-rank-10-grand-master-blacksmith/?do=findComment&comment=600494

 

On 3/28/2020 at 10:32 AM, Zajcica said:

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Name: Ika Shoga Yaki
Your Profession: Cook
Your Rank: 4
ID: 138812; 138812-1
Roll: 11
Item Type: Meal
Tier: 1
Quality: Rare
Enhancements: Overhealth 2
Description: Stir-fried squid marinated soy sauce, ginger and mirin, served with steamed rice and green vegetables.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19110-yuki-izakayaf22r4-cook-pk-accessible/?do=findComment&comment=600445

 

Name: Ika Shoga Yaki
Your Profession: Cook
Your Rank: 4
ID: 138811; 138811-1
Roll: 10
Item Type: Meal
Tier: 1
Quality: Rare
Enhancements: Overhealth 2
Description: Stir-fried squid marinated soy sauce, ginger and mirin, served with steamed rice and green vegetables.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19110-yuki-izakayaf22r4-cook-pk-accessible/?do=findComment&comment=600445

EXP Gain: 49

 

 

"Funny," Arabelle remarked, lowering herself to sit seiza-style in front of him. Her red cloak fanned out in the snow around her. "I was just about to ask you that question. So perhaps, in my eyes, you did."

He expected honesty; she gave it to him. Whichever side she might have wanted to lean toward, 'maybe' would always be the best answer she could offer. Kissing someone a few times didn't mean she had much insight into the person.

"You left all of a sudden," she reminded. "I wanted to ask why now of all times. Correct me if I'm wrong, but your target's little murder troupe has been active since that event. Did something change? Or did you have a plan resting on a certain factor? What would it have been, then? Strength? Information? Or was it something else entirely?" 

Arabelle folded her hands on her lap and looked the man in front of her with a careful eye. No more romantic pretense, no more shallow gazes at the guild member she thought she found to her liking. She looked at Dustin like any other person and saw a furious storm brewing in tired bloodshot eyes as he tried — once again, to drive every last person away.

"I already said."

Well, unfortunately, she wasn't about to leave.

"I spent all that time looking for you, so now I want to see this through to the end."

Amaterasu's flames faltered with the last of her Sword Art and Pinball moved in a rapid white flash, remnant wisps of black flame dissipating into the air as he treaded over them. There was an urgency to his movements — my, my, was he actually concerned? but no, she wasn't the type to deceive herself, if he even were, it wasn't about her — but his haste became his own undoing.

"Getting a liiittle too carried away there, Pinball. As you do."

She wondered if that would prompt a louder reaction, but for her part, she was positively displeased her hard work was ruined.

Once more.

Her weapon reignited. Arabelle spun, raining ruthless blows on the howling beast who'd escaped Pinball, and the corners of her vision pulsed red as sparks of flame spurted out of the canine's wounds and burst apart with small pops as soon as they came into contact with outside air. She finished it off with a slice to its throat but before she could celebrate her little victory, her head snapped up to face a hurtling mass of black. 

Somewhere near her, Pinball cursed.

The final hellhound (wow, it was still alive?) thundered towards her with its fangs bared and magma dripping down its jaw; the deaths of its packmates must have left it extra motivated to give the pair a good thrashing. Or her, in specific. It bowled her over with a swipe of its paw and sank its teeth into her shoulder, lifting the smaller girl off her feet and shaking her in the air like a ragdoll.

On 3/27/2020 at 12:13 PM, Simmone said:

Purchasing 22*T1 Materials from Here:

22*300=6,600 Col

On 3/27/2020 at 2:28 PM, Simmone said:

3/26/20 Junk Sell from Here

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From Here:

138768, T3/Uncommon/Heavy Armor Intended to Salvage
138769, T3/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended to Salvage
138771, T3/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended to Salvage
138772, T3/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138777, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138778, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138779, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138780, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138781, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138782, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138783, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138785, T3/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
138788, T3/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
138789, T3/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
138790, T3/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138792, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Junk Sell
138792-1, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Junk Sell
138795, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Junk Sell
138798, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Junk Sell

Total Quantities:
T1/Uncommon/Consumable: [4*50=200]
T3/Uncommon/Equipment: [3*600=1800]
T3/Rare/Equipment: [9*900=8100]
T3/Perfect/Equipment: [3*1250=3750]

Grand Totals:
13850 Col
19 Merchant Exp

First, he burned holes into her back, ever silent. The message was clear, however, and Arabelle didn't say another word as she strode onward. Then he was racing past her, cursed spear in hand, cutting through all three [Infernal Hell Hounds] with a single Sword Art.

She clicked her tongue.

"Predictable."

Though her softer voice was lost in the beasts' angered growls, her song played on. The small purple-haired girl dusted off the last of the black crystal's remnants and increasingly hastened her steps, twirling Amaterasu into her favored grip with ease. Where she lacked in pinpoint precision, she made up for in grace and an affectation of effortlessness. Arabelle burst forward, and both weapon and wielder were wrapped in black flames as a Sword Art carried her through the system-assisted motion of a sweeping slice. Wrestling back control, she sunk her blade into the attacking Hell Hound's flesh at the end of her second attack's arc. Its jaw opened in a yelp of pain, and she wrenched the hound's head away from Pinball. 

Patches of skin tore off as she tugged her scythe back into her. "I'm grateful. I truly am," she told him with a small smile. Taking a small leap backwards, Arabelle twirled her scythe over her head and concluded the Sword Art with a slam of her weapon's blunt end against the rocky ground.

20 hours ago, Zajcica said:

Name: The Farm Boy Bowl
Your Profession: Cook
Your Rank: 4
ID: 138734
Roll: 12
Item Type: Meal
Tier: 1
Quality: Kanpekkida(Perfect)
Enhancements: Protein 2; MIT
Description: A perfectly made dish of Teriyaki Grilled Chicken Donburi(Noodle Bowl) mixed in with cut greens, carrots and onions served with a big heaping helping of rice and miso. The meal is a special request meal for one of her best friends Life.
Post Link: [Here]

Name: Udon
Your Profession: Cook
Your Rank: 3
ID: 138730
Roll: 8
Item Type: Meal
Tier: 1
Quality: Uncommon
Enhancements: ACC 1
Description: Noodle Bowls with vegetables and egg
Post Link: [Here]

Name: Udon
Your Profession: Cook
Your Rank: 3
ID: 138732; 138732-1
Roll: 10; LD 20
Item Type: Meal
Tier: 1
Quality: Uncommon
Enhancements: ACC 1
Description: Noodle Bowls with vegetables and egg
Post Link: [Here]

On 3/23/2020 at 8:11 PM, Simmone said:

3/23/20 Junk Sell from Here

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From Here:

138453, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138455, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138456, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138457, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138457-1, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138459, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138460, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138460-1, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138461, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138462, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138463, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138463-1, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138464, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138464-1, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138464-2, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138468, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138468-1, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138469, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138470, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138470-1, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138470-2, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138471, T1/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138472, T1/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138579, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138580, T3/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138580-1, T3/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138581, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138581-1, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138582, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138583, T3/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138583-1, T3/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138584, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138585, T3/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138587, T3/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138588, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138589, T3/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138589-1, T3/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138589-2, T3/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138590, T3/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138590-1, T3/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138591, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138591-1, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138591-2, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138592, T3/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138592-1, T3/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138593, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138593-1, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138595, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138596, T3/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage
138597, T3/Rare/Potion Intended to Salvage
138599, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138599-1, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138599-2, T3/Perfect/Potion Intended to Salvage
138600, T3/Uncommon/Potion Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138602, T3/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138603, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138604, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138605, T3/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138606, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138607, T3/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138608, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138609, T3/Perfect/Trinket Intended to Salvage
138610, T3/Perfect/Trinket Intended to Salvage
138611, T3/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
138612, T3/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
138615, T3/Perfect/Trinket Intended to Salvage
138616, T3/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138617, T3/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended to Salvage
138618, T3/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended to Salvage
138619, T3/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended to Salvage
138620, T3/Uncommon/Heavy Armor Intended to Salvage
138623, T3/Rare/Heavy Armor Intended to Salvage

From Here:

138626, T3/Uncommon/Meal Intended to Junk Sell
138626-1, T3/Uncommon/Meal Intended to Junk Sell
138626-2, T3/Uncommon/Meal Intended to Junk Sell
138627, T3/Uncommon/Meal Intended to Junk Sell
138628, T3/Perfect/Meal Intended to Junk Sell
138629, T3/Uncommon/Meal Intended to Junk Sell
138629-1, T3/Uncommon/Meal Intended to Junk Sell

Total Quantities:
T1/Uncommon/Consumable: [13*50=650]
T1/Rare/Consumable: [10*100=1000]
T3/Uncommon/Consumable: [15*300=4500]
T3/Rare/Consumable: [7*450=3150]
T3/Perfect/Consumable: [16*625=10000]
T3/Uncommon/Equipment: [6*600=3600]
T3/Rare/Equipment: [6*900=5400]
T3/Perfect/Equipment: [6*1250=7500]

Grand Totals:
35800 Col
79 Merchant Exp

11 hours ago, Macradon said:

Name: Icewall
Your Profession: Blacksmith
Your Rank: 10
ID: 138727
Roll: 11+1=12
Item Type: Shield
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: MIT 3
Description: A large white and gold kite shield meant to protect the user's entire front side. There are hints of blue around the trim of the shield that give the shiny aegis an illusion of looking like it was made of hard, glacial ice.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/1065-shop-f1the-blazing-typhoon-rank-10-grand-master-blacksmith/?do=findComment&comment=600338

 

No response. 

But he silently followed after her, the sound of his footfalls bouncing off the cave's narrow walls. Such soft steps. Like a frightened cat creeping towards a curious foreign object. 

"Hey," Arabelle said. The small purple-haired girl didn't look over her shoulder, she simply continued leading him deeper and deeper into the depths of Mount Stylahm's caves. "You've been everywhere lately, you know? Talk of the town. It's almost as if everyone's got something to say about you. Who knew that timid boy from years ago would turn out to be this infamous. Not even I am close to achieving even a smidge of that renown. What d'you have to say, superstar?"

Soon, their narrow tube opened up to a wider cavern. Lit up by the rivers of lava flowing in and out of cracks in the walls, the cave spanned meters wide, the ceiling high above their heads, and their only way out was a passage at the other end. The magma raised the closed area's heat to an almost unbearable level, but their greatest obstruction was the pack of hellhounds at the center of the cavern.

Arabelle hardly seemed fazed as she ventured out a little further. 

"Ah," she half-heartedly feigned surprise. Her black scythe instantly materialized in her extended hand. "I took a wrong turn."

The hounds' heads snapped in the players' direction and they growled in unison.

"Well, well, well. Suppose we have to fight. You wouldn't leave me, would you?" Backing up to stand beside him, Arabelle tilted her head and smiled. "I'm her friend. I was by her side when you responded to her message on that fateful November day, and I've stayed beside her ever since. I don't think it'll be any... good if something happened to me, would it? So let's fight this, perhaps even for old times' sake."

She unhooked the first crystal from her belt and shattered it.

Lullaby.

"How about no."

Quote

Received.

There was nothing beautiful left in a scorched land.

Because it was dead. The soil was but mere dust. A wasteland where even vultures would starve. There was no hope for life or growth when the land itself was unsympathetic of such things. All that thrived were hostile entities of flame and hulking masses of volcanic stone who stomped angrily on a ground long seared by the flames of purification. Arabelle had to wonder, who would come to such a horrid place and dare to stay for even a moment longer than necessary?

Madmen.

"Found you."

She stood before one of Mount Stylahm's many caves, never venturing any further than the entrance. Only looking in. How many years had passed since the day she first met the soft, music-loving boy who would later come to play a blood-drenched hand in twisting the lives of those closest to her? Little would have changed with what he knew of her. Adorably petite, purple hair secured with the same large red bow and dressed in the same black uniform, and a nose in everyone else's business.

Arabelle tucked her hands behind her back and smiled.

"Is this your first time here? I would love to catch up, but this place hasn't had any of its regular eruptions in a short while. At this time, it's safest at the base. Come on, I'll lead you down." She made a small, beckoning gesture with her gloved hand and turned her back on him. "Then let's talk there."

—But perhaps there was something worth her while to be found in a land perpetually burning.

On 3/21/2020 at 3:07 PM, Griswold said:

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Name:	Traveller's Chainmail
Profession:	Blacksmith
Rank:	7
Roll ID:	137551
Roll Result:	11+1
Item Type:	Heavy Armor
Tier:	1
Quality:	Perfect
Enhancements:	Mitigation 3 (+27 Miti)
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A discrete but hefty chain fabric which discretely protects the user from damage that fits easily under the players regular clothing as if they weren't wearing any armor at all. A silent and powerful defense, to the unsuspecting assailant.

 

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Name:	Templars Bastard Sword
Profession:	Blacksmith
Rank:	7
Roll ID:	138390
Roll Result:	11+1
Item Type:	Two-Handed Straight Sword
Tier:	1
Quality:	Perfect
Enhancements:	Accuracy 3
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A large bastard sword made for two hands to wield. Isn't much remarkable about the weapon apart from its crucifix type shaping and the crucifix pommel at the end of the black leather handle. Though what is remarkable about this weapon is how much care has been made to lighten its weight, it's been sharpened to a fine point that could pierce even the toughest of hides and despite its length is extremely light. On the butt of the pommel is the celtic knot of Tristram Steel.

 

Name: Le Gibet
Your Profession: Performer
Your Rank: 3
Roll ID: 135240
Roll Result: 10 (LD: 17)
Item Type: Debuff Song
Tier: 1
Quality: Rare -- Masterpiece
Enhancements: [x2] Lullaby -- Masterpiece: Instant Effect
Description: [reference] The sun sets on a dead man hanging from the gallows. Hearer, the bell tolls for thee.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/16480-f11-r3-performer-magnolia-closed/?do=findComment&comment=595657

Name: Clair de Lune
Your Profession: Performer
Your Rank: 3
Roll ID: 135241
Roll Result: 12
Item Type: Debuff Song
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: Incarceration
Description: [reference] An amaranth blossoms under the moonlight.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/16480-f11-r3-performer-magnolia-closed/?do=findComment&comment=595657

Name: Le Gibet
Your Profession: Performer
Your Rank: 3
Roll ID: 135355
Roll Result: 10 (LD: 18)
Item Type: Debuff Song
Tier: 2
Quality: Rare -- Masterpiece
Enhancements: [x2] Lullaby -- Masterpiece: Instant Effect
Description: [reference] The sun sets on a dead man hanging from the gallows. Hearer, the bell tolls for thee.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/16480-f11-r3-performer-magnolia-closed/?do=findComment&comment=595776

Name: Moonlight Sonata
Your Profession: Performer
Your Rank: 3
Roll ID: 135490
Roll Result: 12
Item Type: Debuff Song
Tier: 2
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: Perpetuate
Description: [reference] A tragedy, from the beginning to the very end.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/16480-f11-r3-performer-magnolia-closed/?do=findComment&comment=595971

Name: The Phantom of the Opera
Your Profession: Performer
Your Rank: 3
Roll ID: 135497
Roll Result: 12
Item Type: Debuff Song
Tier: 2
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: [x2] Lullaby | [x1] Hypnosis
Description: [reference] Sing, my angel of music.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/16480-f11-r3-performer-magnolia-closed/?do=findComment&comment=595995

So come back she did. An hour or so after store opening, Arabelle arrived, shrugging off her hood and holding up a large pouch filled to the brim with the goodies An seemed to have taken much interest in. Too bad none of them were for her. "Junk sell. Everything," she set down the bag, loosening the string as she laid it on its side, and out spilled a smorgasbord of performer crystals, "I've been moving around a lot lately, and I figured, why not declutter my inventory? Really sucks having to scroll through a bunch of items just to find the ones I need."

The small purple-haired girl stepped back, considering the failing merchant and her shop. She could save An's favors for some other time.

"Normal rates, An. Friendly as we are, you're still running a business." Arabelle tucked her hands behind her back and smiled politely. "Don't even try. I'll know if you slip me an extra coin."