Nisahime

8/13/25 (Crafting Respite: 248367, Ambition: 249646, Pharmacy (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Cauldron | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 249769 CD: 9 +1 LD: 14 Rare (2) 11 (+6 Ambition) 2 249770 CD: 1 +1 LD:

8/12/25 (Crafting Respite: 248365, Ambition: 249221, Pharmacy (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Cauldron | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 249669 CD: 3 +1 LD: 1 Salvage Failure (1) 8 (+6 Ambition) 2 249670 CD: 11

8/11/25 (Crafting Respite: 248357, Ambition: 249217, Pharmacy (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Cauldron | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 249589 CD: 7 +1 LD: 13 Rare (2) 11 (+6 Ambition) 2 249590 CD: 11 +1 LD

*Right into a Field Boss, same floor easy peasy. Adjusted Mari's HP for Battle Healing {+57 HP} Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Recovery | 249572, CD: 2 (No Proc), Holy Blessing {+22 HP} Out through the back ass of the dungeon leads into the arena's stockades, and from the wall Nisahime plucks a single small insignia on a string. A flick of her cursor but nothing concrete, she twirls it around with her finger through the loop. "Now we just need an out, we are in the parts people aren't supposed to be. You're welcome." She offered the others with the most magnifice

*Hyperactive Duration updated {Mari} Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Recovery | 249516, CD: 2 (No Proc), Crystal of Divine Light fades Observing fully as the players rushed passed, in almost a desperation to quell the coming forces. Good, they understood the gravity and danger in equal measures. Mari was branching out her wings, the others were more then developing in their own right. The twist of steel in the larger targets hands caused Nisahime to tilt her head to the side like a curious puppy. That look, the sword of order. Its weapon roared to blue, screaming

8/10/25 (Crafting Respite: 248356, Ambition: 249215, Pharmacy (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Cauldron | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 249484 CD: 10 +1 LD: 20 Perfect (3) 14 (+6 Ambition) 2 249485 CD: 9 +1

8/9/25 (Crafting Respite: 248355, Ambition: 249222, Pharmacy (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Cauldron | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 249424 CD: 9 +1 LD: 20 Rare (3) 11 (+6 Ambition) 2 249425 CD: 10 +1 LD:

8/8/25 (Crafting Respite: 248236, Ambition: 249220, Pharmacy (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Cauldron | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 249328 CD: 8 +1 LD: 12 Rare (2) 11 (+6 Ambition) 2 249329 CD: 9 +1 LD:

Traveling the same space that she'd traveled a nigh countless number of times, toward a rather inert shore on repeat. The day mirrored many before it, the ever clear sky still stood in a blissful wave of blue in a spectrum over the top of tropical trees. Even still the burning blazing ball held fast in its overlook of the environment like a vigilant sentinel casting its gaze over everything. Foliage bends and breaks against her movement with the press of an outstretched hand. A sense of something coming as a man with a woman toted in his arms like a sack of potatoes goes bounding overhead not

Nametag [249299] | [2500col] Allows its user to change the name and description of an equipment piece. Changing: Hestia’s Cauldron | Crafting Tool | Meticulous: +1 CD when crafting in one’s workshop. into Cooking Spit (Tablet) | Crafting Tool {Cooking} | Meticulous: +1 CD when crafting using cooking in one's workshop/store.

Purchase | Nametag [249299] | [2500col] Allows its user to change the name and description of an equipment piece.

Seeing the end of the trail that would lead into a large field, putting two fingers in her mouth as she whistles. Her silver armored horse comes galloping over, doing a crazy round hop circle almost like it was excited to see her. Walking to him, she pets down the side of the neck as it snorts. “Good boy~” saying as she grabs the thin leather robe and flips it over the head of the horse. Grabbing the holding part of the saddle, she flings herself up and lightly kicks both sides of the horse with a clicking sound coming from her mouth to make him start moving. Morrighan would head to that same

It would make for an interesting conversation some day, if they were truly people from another world but just trapped. That would make them not fakers at all, just semi important people given a specific task to follow through with. Walking down the mountain side, her HUD chimes to notify her that the quest was completed. Morrighan knew first hand that things were changing around here, hell she was the cause and effect of a good portion of these said things. The NPC’s becoming more real with different monologs were one of those things. Maybe that meant that they were starting to remember who th

“It was the most amazing meal that we have ever tasted. People come by and prepare us things with no real skill. We encourage them to try their best but you” turning to lock eyes with a few of the NPC’s behind her “You come in and know exactly what you are doing on everything we’ve tasked so far. We look forward to seeing what else you have to offer.” Morrighan takes the amulet from Hestia’s hands, she almost sounded genuine. Almost like they were trapped in a place that they didn’t belong. Only time would tell if Morrighan’s accusations would be true but something about what that woman said h

Tapping her foot, looking at the clock on the corner of her so to speak screen. It had been ten minutes and Morrighan was growing impatient. It was one thing to be waiting on a player, she knew that they might actually do something useful. Watching time pass for these nerds was much different. They were utterly useless and didn’t do crap. They just make you craft just a little bit better for the other players, she really didn’t have to do this but the game and its specific ways of doing things would hold her back slightly if she didn’t oblige the task. “What is taking so long, you either liked

“Take a picture, it lasts longer. Dig in before it gets cold. It will taste like crap if it does.” They say nothing, just stare. Was it because she didn’t place forks and knives out? “Oh my lord” saying as she pushes through the crowd and gets into one of the drawers that had utensils in it. Grabbing a hand full, she dumps them onto the counter top. They all started to take a fork and dig into their own dishes. Stepping back once more, before she got run over. They really were just as stupid as they looked. It was like they had a loading circle right above their head trying to interpret what w

Untying the bag, she empties the bag in a strainer. Setting it in the sink, she began to rinse the baby potatoes. After this she dumps the bowl of potatoes into the pot with the carrots. Raising the heat, waiting for it to boil. Sprinkling some onion and garlic bits into the water so that they would sink into the ingredients. After about ten minutes she checks one of each to make sure they were done. With confirmation, she starts putting them onto plates evenly. Pulling some sour cream out with shredded cheese that she made earlier. Putting a portion of cheese and sour cream on the potatoes, s

Setting the cast iron pan in the oven for three minutes, taking it out with a mitt and portioning the fish out to plates that she found sitting in a different pantry. The plates were ugly but it was all she had. She repeats the entire process two more times before all the fish is cooked evenly and set on platters. Quickly grabbing a pot from one of the cabinets, she takes out some carrots. Slicing them fast and evenly, it was almost like she was a pro, hmm wonder why. Putting some water about half full in the pot, she dumps the veggies in and sets it on the heat. A small splash of butter into

Finding a press in one of the cabinets, she would take the lemon and cut them in half. Putting them in the press so that she could get fresh lemon juice directly from the source. She had gathered quite a few knowing that it would take at least 10 to get a good amount. When that was done she would take the knife again and slice the fish into even chunks. Glancing to the audience, still staring. This would make anyone feel under the weather, a nervous wreck but this was actually kind of amusing. Setting a few of the fish chunks on the hot skillet, she takes a brush and lightly rubs the lemon jui

Who the hell were the passing if that was the case. Shaking her head, she couldn’t focus on that right now. Turning the trout around, taking the sharp knife, she begins to slice the meat from the bone. Flipping the fish she removes the meat from the other side now. Perfect cuts of filets are placed on the counter top. This is when she starts taking out all the spices from her inventory. The screen was not even visible because she was going through it so quickly. Blink it and you would miss it. Taking the cast iron skillet, turning on the oven, she places it on the heat. Pouring some veggie oil

Tossing the dull knife in the sink, she now looks for the sharpest knife. Needing clear slices for this next step. Taking the fish, setting the tip of the knife at its neck, she slices down just enough to open the inside. She knew that if she went too deep that it would destroy any chance of using this trout, so being very careful was the key here. Slicing down about half way, she sets the knife on the counter and clears the inside out. After all this she rinses the fish again so that it is clean. Glancing to the NPC’s, they were all just staring at her with their mouths wide open. It was like

Simply put, she wants the trout to have a small crunch to it but at the same time have that soft flaky taste with each flavorful bite. This kitchen may be large but it didn’t have anywhere near what she had in her living place. She would have to make due, Morrighan could be very resourceful if she wanted to be. Finding the dullest knife she could find, she starts to lightly scrape off the scales from each side of the fish. It was being done in the sink because she knew how messy it could get and a clean area would be needed for the next steps. Turning on the water, rinsing off the fish so that

Working under pressure didn’t bother her, not that she was doing this right now. It was like trying to watch and train a cat to jump through hoops. The only nervous ones in this room were those fakes watching her every movement. In the back right of the large open room there are bright lights shining down onto this massive kitchen. “That should be everything that you need to make whatever it is you’re making” the glance down at the plastic back before they all come to gather around Morrighan and her works place. Pulling two fingers up and drawing them across the counter top. Flipping her hand

In mere seconds the fish was in her hands, dead by pressure and set into the bag with the other. All the other ingredients were gathered fresh earlier, she had a feeling that this was going to be happening today. So instead of walking into some magical cave where everything was there, not knowing where they came from or if they were even fresh by game mechanics. She didn’t want to go through the same thing with cooking that she did with alchemy. Planning ahead is what she was going to be doing for now on with these stupid guide line quests. Walking back down toward the big white mansion lookin

Taking another small worm from a tiny jar. Attaching it to the hook at the end she casts it out again. They swim around in a rapid motion before calming down. From the looks of it there was only one more rainbow trout and the other that was eyeing her bait was a bass. This would be a bit tricky, if the fish that was not needed grabbing the worm then it would likely steal it. This would cause her to have to waste another on this project. Setting the pole on the ground, she would hold it with her foot. Her weapon comes out in the form of a spear, she takes aim at the bass at struck hard. The wea