Lessa

"I'm not choosing to do this alone." The words exploded from her like water through a burst dam. Once they hung in the air, mingling with the steam of her warm breath, the embarrassment bloomed across her cheeks. Had she been thinking more clearly, she never would have admitted as much out loud. But it was the truth, wasn't it? With one hand rubbing at the back of her neck, Lessa fought to keep her gaze leveled on Baldur. "I mean, it would be nice to have more of a community here. I wish I had more people to talk to, more people to lean on. But I don't have that right now. Outside, I had no pr

Item Name: Railroad Track Profession: Blacksmith Rank: Six Quantity: 8 Consumable Used: Crafter's Respite (ID: 159184) acquired here. Craft IDs: 159811, 159813, 159814, 159815, 159819, 159821, 159822, 159824 Post Links: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/4366-wild-rose-forge/?page=6&tab=comments#comment-617355

Rank 6 Lessa used Crafter's Respite (ID: 159184) acquired here. Craft Attempts: ID CD LD T3 Mats Lost EXP Gained Result 159811 7 19 1 3 Uncommon 159812 4 1 1 2 Salvage 159813 12 10 1 8 Perfect 159814 11 9 1

"What am I even doing?" Muttering to herself, Lessa closed the distance between herself and Raidou's storefront. She was not the type to jump head-first into an event like this, and she could hardly call herself a blacksmith. Yet here she was, gathering the necessary items to crank out a metric butt-ton of items. Why? Because some kids wanted to build a railroad. Lessa never could say no to kids. Before she was even through the door, the woman was calling out a hesitant, "Uh, hi!" But as she surveyed the shop, the Guardian realized it stood empty. Was he in the back? Or out for the moment

"Oh, alright. That makes sense. I guess I didn't realize that you were planning on leaving the tenth floor. Not that I blame you, obviously." She turned, mimicked his motions on another unsuspecting shrubbery. "You'll definitely get more sleep here, unless the banshee has a tropical sister. That would really suck." She beamed a grin at him. "It's a good place. You're right on the water, and the beach is beautiful. I bet you're going to get some amazing sunsets here, too. And palmtrees!" She motioned to the nearest one with a quick nod of her head. "They're nice!" The fact was, Lessa

Her first instinct was to argue with him, insist that wasn't what she meant, and that it was his jacket that was hot. Then she caught herself. He wasn't wrong. On that thought, Lessa snagged a quick, appreciative look at Bahr's handsome face. Nope, he definitely wasn't wrong. Briefly, she wondered if she aught to go back to pouting, but his sudden brainstorm saved her the trouble. In a matter of seconds, he'd snagged her hand, whisked her away to... somewhere else hot. And somewhere else sandy. Why, she nearly whined, but again, stopped herself. Wait, had she heard him correctly? His isla

Jaw slack, eyes wide, Lessa stared at the pixels as they rained down upon her boyfriend. Her greedy, mob-hogging, boyfriend. "Woooooooooow," she drawled, lingering on the vowel sound for entirely too long. "You just killed it, all by yourself. In one go. Totally annihilated it." She strode up to him, slinging her heavy sword onto her back, as it appeared she wouldn't be needing it. Slowing to a halt beside the tall swordsman, she studied the sand where the beast had stood. "It is super dead. This was the only thing I had planned for the whole day." Finally, she whipped around to glower up

“Beer tasted like ass in the real world,” Lessa pointed out. “I have a feeling it won’t taste any better inside SAO, and without the getting drunk element, why even bother with it?” As the statement made her sound like something of an alcoholic out of game, she scrunched up her face, stated, “I’d much rather have an ice cold pop any day of the week.” She was left with mixed emotions when the man finally drew away from her. On one hand, she was disappointed to lose that physical link to him. On the other, the blessed breeze cooled the spaces gone toasty with their body heat. Minimally cool

"So hot," she echoed, rolling her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't pop out of her head. Though she gave him a quick squeeze, she also made a sharp tsk sound. "How can you make puns at a time like this? I'm absolutely roasting. I'd be walking around in my underwear if I actually thought it would help. When it's a gazillion degrees out, I don't think it actually matters." NPCs milled about, apparently unfazed by the unlivable conditions. How did they survive? How did they not simply catch fire? And what a cruel world, requiring that those poor individuals be trapped on the god forsaken f

The door closed behind Lessa with a slight thunk, and she turned a slow circle to examine the shop. "This is really nice," she murmured, taking in the mats and rice paper doors. Everything appeared so ornate, and made Lessa wished she'd visited Asia before donning the Nerve Gear. Maybe once we've busted out of here. Beaming a smile at the two NPCs, Lessa approached the front counter. "Hey there," she greeted with a quick wave of her hand. "I'm here to- Oh!" Spotting Bahr and Oscar standing there, Lessa's statement turned into a bubbling laugh. "Fancy seeing you two here. I guess great min

Approved!

Turning to toss her mop of hair over her shoulder, Lessa caught the blinding, shifting light on the horizon. The unmistakable red glow told her all she needed to know, though for a moment, she wondered if the sight was a mirage. Only when he’d approached, and she caught the faint lines of annoyance, did she knew he was her Bahr. Who else shares her complete and utter hatred for the fifth floor? Without even thinking, she leaned into him as his arm came around her waist. Then she winced, hissing sharply through her teeth, as his molten hot jacket scalded her bare skin. At least the kiss he

She had just opened her mouth to protest when he jabbed his elbow into her ribs. Her lips slapped together in a scowl, then parted again on a long sigh. Lessa was no prude, and actually had a bit of an inappropriate streak. Sexual innuendos amused her endlessly, and were it anyone else, she’d have had a witty comeback. At the very least, she’d have waggled her eyebrows, maybe batted her lashes suggestively. But not with Bahr. At some point, she’d gone from being a borderline pervert to being flustered by anything even remotely sexual. Why, damn it? It was just so goofy. But instead o

Lessa paused to yawn, long and slow. “Uh, yeah, I’m not sure where they went.” Like Bahr, the woman gave the space a quick search. When it turned up nothing, she loosed a shrug. “I’ve caught them curled up on the bed a couple of times,” she informed him. Her thumb absently stroked his hand, an action that had become so natural that she didn’t realize she was doing it. “They might be in there. That’s where we should have been.” Reaching her free hand back, Lessa’s fingers kneaded the kink the impromptu couch nap had caused. Exactly what angle had her neck been at? At Bahr’s exclamation, sh

Gaze now free of sleep gunk, Lessa studied Bahr’s face properly. Oh yep, there it was, the telltale signs of sleep. His Christmas eyes were just a tad dreamy, and the red splotch on his cheek showed where he’d rest it on her head. So they’d both fallen asleep together? That was a whole lot less embarrassing, and even kind of cute, assuming she hadn’t snored. Oh god, had she snored? Shoving the horrifying notion aside, Lessa reached out, snagged Bahr’s hand. Casually, she interlocked fingers with him, and let their joined hands rest in her lap. “I did, yeah.” Her head tilted slightly, brai

Lessa jolted awake with a noisy gasp for air. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she brought the living room into blurry focus. No forest, no wolves, no Tristan. Just her familiar furniture, the midday sun streaming through the window, and... oh crap. ”Erm, sorry,” she grumbled, swiping the drool from her lips and the side of her cheek. The dark patch on Bahr’s shoulder betrayed just where she had fallen asleep. Apparently, she’d passed out while they sar on the couch together. Crimson crept up her neck like a crawling plant, blooming hot across her face. With a sheepish smile, she added,

Thread Complete! Lessa earns 200 col and 2 SP. Ashrah earns 200 col and 2 SP.

House Name: Manderley Location: Floor 22 Description: Quiet log cabin nestled between a sprawling lake and towering mountains. Plot Size: Estate {Safe Zone} Rooms: 5/15 House & 1/3 Yard Main House: Master Bedroom (Lessa) | Living Room (Lessa) | Bathroom (Lessa) | Attic - Storage (Lessa) | Basement (Lessa) Yard: Mega Slime Farm (Lessa) Total Cost: Free (25+ Donor) I'm looking to upgrade my bedroom and my Slime Farm! Here is a link to the old submission and approval. 30,000 col sent to Banker!

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Name: Arcturus Your Profession: Blacksmith Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: 152557 Roll Result: 12 Item Type: Two-Handed Straight Sword Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: DMG | DMG | DMG Description: An ornate Claymore with gold and purple intertwined along the hilt. Inspired by the Greeks' "Guardian of the Bear," Arcturus glows with gold light. Post: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/4366-wild-rose-forge/?page=6&tab=comments#comment-610866 Name: Galaxy Armor Your Profession: Blacksmith Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: 152560 Roll Result: 12 Item Type: Heavy Armor Tier: 3 Q

Rank 6 Craft Attempts: ID CD LD T3 Mats Lost EXP Gained Result 152555 8 7 1 3 Uncommon 152556 3 4 1 2 Salvage 152557 12 8 1 8 Perfect 152558 5 9 1 2 Salvage 152559

Rank 6 Craft Attempts: ID CD LD T3 Mats Lost EXP Gained Result 145859 6 20 1 3 Uncommon 145860 9 10 1 3 Uncommon 145861 4 3 1 2 Salvage 145862 6 7 1 3 Uncommon 145863

Rank 6 Craft Attempts: ID CD LD T3 Mats Lost EXP Gained Result 145477 9 8 1 3 Uncommon 145491 1 20 1 1 Fail 145492 5 14 0 2 Salvage 145493 10 15 1 5 Rare 145494