[SP-F17] <<Challenge of Olympus: Alchemist>> A Godly Healer

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Though Emerath had only just returned to crafting, it hadn't entirely snuck by him that as a high level Alchemist, there was a challenge waiting for him. A challenge that, naturally, the man just couldn't pass up. He was a scientist, of that there was no doubt. SAO gave him the chance to express that scientist nature in the form of Alchemy, and he at least appreciated that much in the game.

But what was the challenge? Oh, just besting a god in a craft off, reality TV show style. It was like Iron Chef, except more potions and less ham. Not that Emerath didn't like ham, but he liked potions more, specifically making them.

Ah, but Emerath's mind was wandering again, as he appeared in the Teleport Gate of Floor 17, and was immediately greeted by a satyr who popped into existence out of nowhere. Emerath cocked his head, and couldn't help but chuckle as murmurs went out across the NPCs.

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As Emerath stepped down from the platform, the satyr stepped forward to meet him, giving Emerath a bow, before extending a rolled up sheet of parchment to the man. And just as quickly as he had arrived, the satyr was gone. All Emerath had done was blink. Bemused by the theatrics of the quest, and certainly more interested because of it, Emerath pulled the ribbon on the parchment, breaking the wax seal on it that was ornately stamped with what Emerath could assume was the symbol of the god he was to face in trial. Demeter, it seemed. Now, Emerath knew his fair share of Greek mythology, and from what he could remember, she was the god of fertility and harvest. A fitting challenge, Emerath wagered, and one that wouldn't be wasted on a childish game of, "Gather X Materials and Craft X Item, ????, Profit." No, this would be something real, and that was just what Emerath wanted.

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Emerath made his way to the gates of Mt. Olympia, and all he could think about was how oddly faithful to various religions SAO seemed to be. Perhaps it was just that they made for good RPG fodder, but Emerath could never be too sure when it came to MMOs. Much of the time, the myths that they were based on were always just close enough to the histories, but just different enough that people couldn't feel like they were being ripped off for a copy and paste scenario. Thankfully, these thoughts didn't have to plague him for long though, as he reached the gates, and a couple of guardsmen barred his entry. Emerath chuckled, and held out the scroll given to him, "Is this what you need fellas? I promise, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to win a reality TV gameshow, and then we can all move on with our lives, yeah?"