Bistro

As the mirage faded from Bistro’s eyes, she lowered her gaze and faced her companion once more. His forked tongue flickered about gleefully, the same stars she once imagined reflected back in his longing eyes, and his tail absent-mindedly thumping on the marble flooring. Miru let out a sigh, before he too returned his sights to the human. She shrugged back, grin plastered on her face. “I promised I wouldn’t laugh.” “And you didn’t! I really appreciate you hearing me out.” It pulled what seemed to be a smile, mirroring the woman’s own; eyes closed and turned upwards, tongue bobbing u

“See,” Miru began, filling the void with a panicked explanation. “Imugi’s are like… baby dragons. Yeah! We live for eons at a time, and at some point during our lifespan, we’re supposed to turn into dragons and live amongst the skies with our brethren.” This continued to make less sense to the earthbound player. “I-I heard that there was a wish-granting stone here, so I’d figured… maybe I’d come give it a look…?” A wish-granting stone? “For real…?” “Y-yeah! I mean, if Dionysus’s meant to be believed as the one in charge of the cool magical stuff.” Miru’s tail se

She'd managed to wrestle her way towards the door before the serpent picked up its fuss, which the player tried to match in power, grunting and cursing as it finally passed through the threshold. It struggled less now, as it slammed its body into the corners of the door frame in its struggle, (“Oww! Ouch!”) and it followed through with a growl, the door shutting behind it. Dionysus's intervention, the alchemist guessed. Now outside, Bistro finally relented, falling on her behind and panting hard. Her heart was hammering, and her lungs were sore, and she'd hoped that maybe some satyr

The god raised the pest. "You see this thing, yes?" Bistro nodded. "This is your task: get rid of it." One fling, and the serpent was upon the floor, dancing about in a fright. It was barely larger than her, akin to a dog more than a monstrous beast, but all the player heard from it was a squeak as it hit the floor in a thud. "I don't care how, but that doesn't belong here, nor anywhere near my crops." The player found herself sweating bullets, noticing how quickly south this trip to the skies was turning for her. Gingerly, she turned around the room, looking towards

"Dionysus is waiting for you." "Thanks," the player shot back, her smile paralleling the satyr's dissatisfaction. In the guard's arms, he carried a wooden spear, a symbol of strength Bistro didn't have. She wondered for a moment if any player had been keen to take on the deities' defenses, before shoving the thought aside, approaching the large double doors of the temple ahead of her. They were embroidered with gold accents, hiding under the shadow of its roof, the sunlight only pooling golden at the marble structure's doorsteps. On yellowed handles did Bistro place her gloves upon,

Olympia was one hell of a place to look upon. A circular concourse with a large fountain, three tiers of water pouring onto each other, crashing down gently upon a shallow base of water. The liquid occasionally splashed onto white clean cut cobblestone, which sprawled over the courtyard in a pragmatic fashion. Each lane cut across patches of grass, filled with shrubs of various heights, potted in ivory or rooted to the dirt, and the occasional flower bush and hedge bordered some sidewalks while more eye-catching landmarks stood out on others. Statues, marble, of various mythological figur

SHADOWS WITHAL (62) LIQUOR OF LIGHT (17) Crafted by: Alchemist | Rank 10 shadows withal | TIER 4 PERFECT POTION | OVERHEALTH III flows like air. tastes like smoke. feels like a haunting. [07/04/22] | +26 [08/04/22] | +19 [09/04/22] | +17 | total: 62 Liquor of Light | TIER 1 PERFECT POTION | DAMAAGE III flows like water. tastes like sunlight. rolls off the tongue like fog on a drowsy morning. [19/12/22] | +17

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It was a little questionable when 'a while' might be. Nevertheless, the enterprising alchemist was one to oblige with haste. "Three days," she decided, taking a closer look at the order sheet. The most important takeaway from any transaction was the customer's name. Somehow, keeping tabs on the players of Aincrad was more valuable than the col and material she was paid. Three days came and went. And while infusing the enhancements had been of no large effort, recreating the potion to its specifics were. A quick message and the Cintamani's door left open, Bistro was quick to give herself s

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DIVINITY'S WAIT (63) PERCEPHONIUS PYRATIUS (15) AXINTORI ALCEMITANTI (15) Crafted by: Alchemist | Rank 10 mortal instants | TIER 4 PERFECT POTION | MITIGATION III flows like water. tastes like ash. feels like fire in the mouth. [20/03/22] | +19 [22/03/22] | +22 [24/03/22] | +19 [05/04/22] | +3 /16 | total: 63 Percephonius Pyratius | TIER 4 PERFECT POTION | DAMAGE III A small glass vial containing a liquid of shimmering silver shards and blue hues, it contans a smell upon opening of cinnamon, lilacs and herbs similar to those found within a country garden. T

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DRAGON BREATH (108) Crafted by: Alchemist | Rank 10 Dragon's Breath | [#] | TIERLESS PERFECT POTION | CRAFTER'S RESPITE rolls in the link. there's a lot! trying to clean up my roll display rn so it looks cleaner/neater in the future. [23/08/21] | +23 [08/03/22] | +30 [09/03/22] | +16 [11/03/22] | +20 [12/03/22] | +19

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