iris

<<coo:fsh>> | iris: lvl 5. see, there was that message to visit olympus from zeus. but then, for professions of the gathering variety, there would also be one from poseidon himself. the nature of this message was in stark contrast to the junk mail from zeus. poseidon's writing was regal, almost unreadable to the general public for use of jargon. mayhaps many would suffer in attempting to scramble it. but wulfrin got a summarized version, because some fishy intern likely managed to simplify the language. it called for his attendance on olympus on whenever he'd felt li

<<coo:bsm>> | iris: lvl 5. every player advancing through the ranks of a crafting profession would receive a message in their inbox, that often looks like spam. imagine, a god in aincrad, summoning mortals to the seventeenth on mount olympus to partake in a challenge, without any warnings or further detail? @Wulfrin would receive such a message this day. the missive didn't exactly state a time, but whenever he would get around to doing it, there would be a satyr that could be found present right by the entrance to the wilds from athenaia. garbed with a sash and a guard's

iris: i've got your orders up in the scarlet line! @Acanthus @Arabelle

oh. iris had to admit she might have been taking her time looking over the pieces on display and a little distracted trying to put the outfits together to have noticed the tailor's call. still, though, when she finally realized she'd been slacking on the job (totally on accident, she'd swear!) the cuff had already been completed. rushing over to the counter as best as she could in heels, with a smile, she gave the shopkeeper a bow, two hands folded at her front. "thank you so much for your hard work!" after she'd retrieved the item, however, her gaze drifted over to one of the pieces

a distinct, clear voice rings out in accompaniment with the opening of the shop's door, and footsteps upon the wooden floor. "pardon! is anyone here at the moment? i have a request for an item fusion." iris examined the store in full, curious, but nonetheless wary of the tailor at work. once he'd made himself known for availability, she approached the counter, pulling up a couple of cloth pieces. "sorry for the intrusion! i was referred to visit this place upon request. just these two items, and then i'll be off." still, as the crafter busied himself with his work, iris' gaze wa

using x4 reroll tickets received [here]. fleeting words. | [#234410] | TIERLESS TRINKET | EVA II | HOLY BLESSING II [desc.]: a weightless spread of large white feathers cast in plaster and set upon a lapel pin. | ID234445 | ld19 | -> ACC / EVA | ID234446 | ld4 | | ID234447 | ld8 | | ID234448 | ld20 | -> ACC / EVA fleeting words. | [#234410] | TIERLESS TRINKET | ACC II | HOLY BLESSING II [desc.]: a weightless spread of large white feathers cast in plaster and set upon a lapel pin.

iris: thank you very much! iris: if you need anything from us, do let us know!

iris: thank you!

iris: i require your assistance. do you have time?

summary to banker: 48,560col, 1 demonic shard. item evaluations. botan. | [#233631] | TIERLESS STRAIGHT SWORD | ACC III, ABS. ACC [desc.]: a blade of ivory and rosé, a myrtle woven round its guard. it sheds of blood-stained petals when swung. [notes]: adding a shard to col sent in this post. saint-germain | [#233633] | TIERLESS CLOTH ARMOR | LD | RISKY | VAMP-D [desc.]: a silk wrist cuff upon which a corsage of pure white roses is pinned. satin. | [#233639d] | TIERLESS CLOTH ARMOR | LD | RISKY | VAMP-D [desc.]: a sheet of fabric that catches the light. incredi

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bistro this, bistro that. something about that player that she caught hook, line and sinker, but never with any other rationale behind her orders. even stating that she was friends with the entrant would've helped. but iris figured putting up with that was simply part of the job. so she waved the woman in with as best a smile she could afford. "they're strange pieces at the moment," she said, gesturing to the armor laid out on the table, "but if you're using them as component pieces, they'll be more than adequate for your needs." "and," iris jumped. "there'll be no need for payments,

item evaluations. icicle. | [#205741] | TIER 4 HEAVY ARMOR | TAUNT, THORNS, FR.AURA [desc.]: plate armor, lodged through by a shard of ice. the shard looks so good, it's begging to be broken. heat. | [#205743b] | TIER 4 HEAVY ARMOR | TAUNT, THORNS, FL.THORNS [desc.]: plate armor, adorned by multiple glowing-hot spines. they look malleable... but watch out!

purchasing. x300 materials | -> | 210,00col.

purchasing. x300 materials | -> | 210,00col.

summary to banker: 13,500col, 1 demonic shard. item evaluations. sword. | [#216252] | TIER 2 STRAIGHT SWORD | ACC III, ABS. ACC [desc.]: a standard-issue sword. [notes]: adding a shard to col sent in this post. appraisals. [27/03/24] | -14,000col junksale. [27/03/24] | +500col

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had he hesitated? perhaps iris had misjudged. if she hadn't, she certainly hadn't been expecting that reaction. maybe her question caught alkor unaware; a possibility considering players, in her experience, hadn't exactly brought it up often as a topic of conversation. but alkor's true words surprised her even more – that his current attire hadn't exactly been tested yet. so iris reconsidered its purpose with a nod. likely, between his appearance on the ninth today and the upcoming raid, it was a piece specifically made to brave the floor boss. seeing as it was reinforced well, if th

"If not me, then someone else. But I know what I'm to be faced with, and someone else might not. They might not respect the danger the way that I do. Might not be prepared. They might lose their composure, or worse." a justified rationale. iris felt herself nodding, acknowledging his words. it brought back memories of her old guild; their values, the creed. it seemed optimistic, the first time she'd come into contact with them, to have supported values like those. their cell as circumstances wasn't perfect as it were. it seemed a real possibility for every one of them to have to fend f

purchasing: materials x700 | 700 * 700 = 490,000col | -> sent to banker.

initial post. Rooms + Upgrades: workshop + extended workshop -> basuke / performer. [room] cost: 25,000 col.

"oh! i can only imagine. that would be years ago, by now." to be fair, veteran frontline players were hardly identifiable these days. either they were still present, or they faded out of notoriety, as though heroes in the myths they would read as kids. to understand one was standing before her – her customer, even – was a shocking revelation. but iris kept swallowed her surprise. the reason as to his gap in activity on the front was quickly supplied – alkor had nearly passed. iris stopped briefly upon hearing this; in the same vein, she too had to internalize the possibilit

it was good to know that he had time, though the place to meet seemed a little odd. by his warning, of course, the ninth was known for its unforgiving heat. why, by choice, would anyone decide to clear their head on such a floor? iris soured briefly at the meeting location, but her annoyance only swapped over to realizing she needed to pick something else to change into for the occasion. the dress she'd gotten accustomed to as part of her day job was pliable to ruin from heat and ash alike. she swapped out her gear relatively quick – the same casual attire of a tee and shorts she'd w

a couple of stories in exchange for armor and a play at being fashionista – surely, this must've appeared to be a joke to everyone else but her. jean waved it off as her overthinking it. night generally wanted nowhere the trinket itself. bistro was more concerned about the absence of her appraiser (despite the fact that there was nothing else for her to do beyond remaining on standby...) and when masa questioned the armor perched upon the stand in the corner, the woman but blinked twice, and slow. "do you know him?" "ah, not well yet." "is that so..."

iris had expected to see night the first moment she'd entered through the door. after all, who leaves their workshop listed as 'open' while having it unmanned? still, what was surprising wasn't the fact that the artisan was out (although iris felt that she had certain words for the player to have done so) but rather the fact that there was a stray cat who'd taken over the shop. inconceivable. did night know? it was only after a few chin scratches and her preparations to leave that she'd realized her error in judgement. for, despite the ruthlessness of the feline on her fing