Nisahime

7/21/25 (Crafting Respite: 245369, Ambition: 174836) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248175 CD: 9 LD: 7 Uncommon (1) 7 {R UP} (+4 Ambition) 2 248176 CD: 12 LD: 18 Perfect

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7/20/25 (Crafting Respite: 230299, Ambition: 174826) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248162 CD: 10 LD: 3 Uncommon (1) 7 (+4 Ambition) 2 248163 CD: 7 LD: 19 Salvage Success

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An odd pocket that is rather strange to enter, one that doubles as a home and a place to relax. All manner of ancient looking structures for crafting litter the grass, left to decay but renewed through sheer perspiration and tenacity. The large looming cherry blossom sits centered as a welcoming yet alien gift as its primary landmark. To many this wouldn't seem a hearth nor homestead, but to its occupant it has been so for quite some time. The field that surrounds it seems to extend for impossibly long, and finding it is an even further chore. Total Da

Keeping the skin of the thing as well as a nice little helping of rainbow trout, she'd wander back to the gooner still eye banging her from a distance. Tossing the bait at his feet causes the man to jump, and then she'd fling the strung fish carcass at him sending him careening into the water. "Your blessed bait is called item illusion T46 ass hole. Look at me like that one more time and I will actually turn you inside out." The woman tosses the knife around to slide it into her belt, collecting up her freshly caught dinner and making her way off the dock. While Anthony would continue to flail

After a very brief few moments she'd get a wiggle, and a few moments later she'd hook something. Hefting her body, the woman would stand. Reeling away feverishly each time there was any slack, and bending with the direction of a shadow beneath that ever blue opaque liquid. The sunset played hardy on that water causing everything to become a silhouette. The constant struggle of the girl easily outweighed the things resistance, slowly being ripped toward the dock. The moment it was close enough, she'd dive forward and plunge both hands into that water and clamp down both hands on a large fin. Pu

Taking the dudes scale and shoving it into his face gets him to speed up, as she starts to forcibly presents shit just to make his long dialog tree skip a few steps. Eventually he gets to a part she actually wants to hear, explaining the steps of appraisal and how it functioned. "Wait." The woman remarks scanning her own skills and suddenly it clicks. "You're shitting me." The woman responds to the NPC who can pay her zero answer. "That's...Nevermind. I wondered where that went." The woman remarks as she hails her box to come to her. Putting her top half into the box, she starts to collect a h

Upheaving the floor boards, knocking over wardrobes. The whole tear apart the house vibe as the woman shoved her foot through a weak spot in the floor. This rundown old building didn't have a whole lotta life left in it, and somewhere she'd wonder just how it came to be in such disrepair. It was actually pretty crap of the land lord to allow it to get this bad. Evidently as she starts to pluck off curtains, and throw all the rotted shit out the window she plucks up a painting and finds a little bent dagger behind it. Ornamental or whatever, the thing had clearly seen better days. "Good enough.

Meandering outside, the woman silently wondered how the hell she was supposed to 'gather' man made equipment. Her thoughts immediately raced to a sword tree, where daggers and blades grew like apples. The sheer stupidity of such a thought had her rap her forehead with the palm of her right hand. "Stranger things I guess." The woman quipped, heading out to start rummaging through anything that might provide some sense of logic. Going through old piles of tools, and other random crap littering the village seemed her best bet. Basically inserting herself into old buildings that had since had no o

With that small gemstone in her clutches, she'd quickly return to Malachi's little store. As the NPC would begin to speak she'd present it to him, causing it to shine in the light. Walking right past as he'd continue to talk and talk and talk, the woman would seek out a little pair of tweezers and press it into a vice. Taking a few files, Nisahime would start to gently grind down and cut the stone to prep it for a fitting. A few soft blows sends the little bits of excess away, and eventually she is left with a single finely cut 10 karat diamond. Looking around through the various drawers, she

The box rushes back to her side, having found the game of fetch rather amusing and was eager for another. Tossing a couple more stones off, verbally denying them with each throw until she sets her eyes on a larger hunk. "Bingo." She quips taking that chisel and driving it into the first crack she can find after turning it over a couple of times. A little wiggle to cement it in place, she gives a few hearty taps at the back and causing the thing to split open like a cracked egg. Inside the somewhat small but illustrious looking diamond sat staring back at her. "Gimme." The woman yelps as she sl

Its only a short jaunt from the confines of the city to that mountain face littered with all manner of metal. The woman was here just earlier with Eruda, and still strewn across the place was all the little bits of crap she'd left behind. Taking out a small chisel and hammer, she'd start to tap away at the debris looking for that obvious glimmer. There were still some trace elements of metal trapped inside, but not enough to warrant being kept. Tap tap, one snaps open like a geode. A nice sized ruby roughly like a golf ball still stuck inside like as if in glue. The woman loosens her grip, spi

Changing back into her standard red colored wear, the woman helps herself into the boxes gullet and plucks free the handful of plants that she'd obtained. A couple of green, a couple of red and a tiny little golden mushroom that she'd been hanging onto for a hot minute. Walking back out of the tree line, the woman looked to the mid day horizon finding that she still had quite some time to see this through. Her pace was almost shocking, and the villagers had likely taken notice. Back into the village, she'd seek out one of the many buildings like an arrow to center target. Walking past Evangeli

She'd drop down again, bracing herself with her hands as she folds her feet underneath her butt. Like an animal grazing, she twists and turns checking through the wave of red colored herbs looking for the best among them. All the while she whistles a simple little tune, finding one and giving it a sharp tug. The roots break and the bit of soil on it is slapped free as the girl would shut one eye. Glancing back toward the box who has since wandered up behind her, she tosses it underhanded toward the construct. It opens up and basically gobbles it out of the air. Inside were all manner of things

The woman would change her clothes to something much better suited for what she was doing, taking on the shape of a shrine maiden. Nisahime folds the larger red skirt underneath her knees as she drops low and begins to rake through the plants. They spring and spark as the woman begins to whistle, causing them to become more vibrant and almost leap into her arms as a result. Turning her hands she clutches on some beginning to break the roots and check the leaves at the top for any damage. Piece after piece is tossed into her box for safe keeping, as she'd continue to curate each one carefully.

With a bag full of real fresh flour in her arms, she even makes a pit stop to yoink a couple of eggs before heading back into town. The reddish brown eggs and flour in tow, she opens the door to Maggie's store to the ring of a bell. "Nope, No. Shhhhh" Nisahime exhumes in a quick lift of her finger, pressing it against the NPC's lips. "I got it man, just stand over there." Tilting around the woman, she'd see the spice rack and claim the container of sugar. A small jug of milk in hand with the sugar tucked under her arm, the woman gets to work with a whisk. The oven springs to life, the chick po

The armful of wheat is carried over her shoulder to a nearby windmill, and the woman helps herself inside. The NPC starts to warn her but is stricken silent as he watches the girl ascend the ladder and begin to offer the grain into the hopper with a drag of her hand. "Uh, Miss. You know what your doing?" The man asks up desperate to prevent her from hurting herself. "Yep, I got it chief." Ripping the stocks through a tightly clutched fist, they fall limply down the chute. Once she's cleared it all, the remaining strands of plant matter are bunched up and tied. A glance out the window shows a s

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Bundles of wheat begin to pile up as the woman spares little time in shaving down most of Horunka had to offer. Armful by armful she'd begin to strip them down taking the ones with notably decent blooms at its top, beginning to wrap them up in twine. The chaff is quickly discarded behind her, leaving a nice little wake of plant matter. That sickle of hers remains sharp as she grabs a handful of the stock at the top and rakes it back toward her chest to cut the lowest most point of the plants. Each brussel is then cast underhanded toward the others for sorting. Farmers look on in a bout of curi

The woman would begin to play as she'd wander into the store, utilizing the mans equipment without a lick of care nor concern. The guy would continue to talk as waves of red pooled off of her much in the way that others would view fighting spirit, and yet it echoed out from her in ways that others would not even begin to fathom. Blades of many would shriek to life at such simple plucks of a chord, as well versed and practiced hands would express the sheer volume of effort and training that they had undergone. It would only be a matter of time before she was back to her full faculties and was a

Tapping the top of her box, she'd cast her tools into it and allow them to vanish into it. The woman climbs inside and starts to organize the massive pile of shit in it, trying to make space for all the other crap she'd intend to be able store here as well. The whole time she's holding her breath given that there wasn't much in the way of air in here either, looking up to see the sunlight pour in from a square opening. Climbing up and out, she'd pull out that little multi faceted colored shard. Breathing out in a heavy exhale, the woman shuts an eye and really inspects it. That faint white glo

Sliding into the towns thoroughfare, she'd immediately help herself to a furnace starting to refine down the raw ores into ingots. It wouldn't be more then a few moments before they'd take the shape of a couple of standard yet thin bars, and once they cool enough to become solid the woman takes a pair of brass tongs and plucks them out. Heavy leather mitts on her hands, she taps it onto an anvil and proceeds to pound away with a decently large dead blow hammer. Strike after strike sending sparks flying out against everything, drawing the metal out thin and pounding it flat. Lifting it up to he

"Heh, that's what you think. But there is some aspects of a performance you simply are never going to catch on a recording. Looks, the rush of a crowd. The smell of excitement, which can be a little much. But that electricity. Nope." Nisahime would remark as she'd rip out a final stone, causing the little counter at the side of her vision to turn grey and then fade into obscurity. "Just practice, get better. Don't need to relive history over and over to improve. Thats an old wives tale. Anyway, hurry up. I'm heading back. Don't break any~" The woman would remark as she'd begin to slide away, w

Beginning to bag up her yield, taking care to snap off any loose grey bits that would only work to dirty any ingots that she'd refine. "Can't believe you've never ridden a horse before. That was pretty standard, then again cars didn't exist yet." The woman chuckled as the bag begin to fill up. The chest wanders into view, and she lifts its lid and tosses the pickaxe inside without an ounce of caution. "Good boy, wait for momma." Spoken as she closes the lid and taps it twice on the top, like patting a dog. "Finish up, I'm heading back." Nisa remarks as she'd scrunch up the top of the bag into