Bahr

Name: Ivory Blood Cloak Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: 121932 Roll Result: CD13 / LD14 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 2 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +36 MIT | +1 EVA (2 Slots MIT, 1 Slot EVA) Description: "This cloak runs pure ivory against eye-catching crimson in stark contrast to one another. The durable material it is composed of staves off damage, while the half-cape hanging from the right shoulder distort's the wearer's figure during combat." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r7-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=5795

Day 21 - 4 T1 Materials - 4 T2 Materials + 1 T1 Material salvaged + 82 EXP Bahr spent some time at his sewing station. Sewing, weaving, pulling, stretching, mending, and assembling. After what seemed like forever, the fruits of his labor finally presented themselves. They were nothing special, just a few basic articles with the occasional breath of brilliance in between. Bahr could feel himself progressively becoming better and better at his craft. Every failure was a lesson. Every success a motivator. Every material snipped, every thread pulled, and every nip tucked. If he

Name: Hovering Cloak Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: 121871 Roll Result: CD12 / LD16 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 2 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 EVA Description: "Golden bands worn around the arms magnetically support the cloak, which hovers around the back of the wearer. It's unique design confuses the wearer's opponents." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r7-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=579526 Name: Violet Ribbon Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 7 Roll ID: 121875 Roll Result: CD12 / LD7 Item Type:

Day 20 - 8 T2 Materials + 2 T2 Materials salvaged + 76 EXP Bahr spent some time at his sewing station. Sewing, weaving, pulling, stretching, mending, and assembling. After what seemed like forever, the fruits of his labor finally presented themselves. They were nothing special, just a few basic articles with the occasional breath of brilliance in between. Bahr could feel himself progressively becoming better and better at his craft. Every failure was a lesson. Every success a motivator. Every material snipped, every thread pulled, and every nip tucked. If he continued on his t

For once, Bahr wasn't in the back hastily pulling threads or carving up materials. He was in the front room of his shop, organizing the merchandise and tidying up. Any successful businessman new that presentation was important, because it was the first thing that customers noticed when they walked into the door. It was one of the reasons he had selected the ghetto - he knew that the stark contrast of the interior of his shop when compared to the outside would impress people and put them in the buying mood. Now, if only people would actually visit the ghetto in the first place... As Bahr p

"Geez - no pressure, right?" Bahr asked with a chuckle, his feet swinging from the stabilizers of the stool he had been sitting on and making contact with the ground. He stood and raised his arms above his body, stretch for a moment before pressing a knuckle against his chin and wrenching his neck in one direction, then again in the other to pop as many vertebrae as possible. He concluded the display of snapping and cracking with his knuckles, interlacing his fingers and flexing them outward and away from his body, popping every last one. "Well, it's been fun, gentlemen. But I have a dat

Bahr's eyes widened as the larger man lumbered clumsily through the threshold, recognizing him at the same time as he recognized Bahr. "Alec! Wow, I had no idea you knew Macradon, much less worked for him!" He shook the man's hand enthusiastically, scoffing when he mentioned upgrading to heavy armor. "'Upgrade?' Oh man, Alec, you know better than that." He patted his coat proudly. "My own work. And it does the strangest thing - instead of lowering damage, I just don't take any," he said coyly, grinning at the man. "Let me know when you want to upgrade to Light Armor, though." "Nah, your b

"Eh, don't sweat it. It's a Tier 1 weapon, and not really my type. I noticed that you were carrying around a Curved Sword when you came in yesterday, so I figured that if you ever graduated to a Katana it could be something you could get use out of. I'm not going to use it and it would be a waste to sell it as scrap," he remarked as he accepted the trade, the weapon materializing in Oscar's hands. "You have fun with that, and let me know how it goes. It has a... let's say 'unique' enhancement." With that, he turned around, walking back toward the door. "When my hot dog is ready, you know

As Bahr neared the Crusty Bahrnacle, he started to smell something. Something really, really good. Definitely food. It was an aroma he hadn't caught a whiff of in these parts since... well, ever. It was the ghetto, and it smelled like one too - except for today. Bahr followed his nose, rounding the corner for the very street his shop was on, and it led him to the building directly to the left of the Crusty Bahrnacle. He blinked as he deciphered the inscription on the sign for the shop - "Oscar's Hot Dog Stand" - utter bewilderment setting in as there wasn't a stand in sight. "Wait a sec... Osc

Name: Gloves of Caerus Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 6 Roll ID: 120787 Roll Result: CD12 / LD15 Item Type: Clothing Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 LD Description: "These gloves are rumored to have been worn by Caerus himself, Greek deity of opportunity, luck and favorable moments. They're tan and unremarkable in appearance, but never fail to bring luck to the wearer." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r6-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=578393 Name: Doctor's Coat Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 6

Day 19 Bahr spent some time at his sewing station. Sewing, weaving, pulling, stretching, mending, and assembling. After what seemed like forever, the fruits of his labor finally presented themselves. They were nothing special, just a few basic articles with the occasional breath of brilliance in between. Bahr could feel himself progressively becoming better and better at his craft. Every failure was a lesson. Every success a motivator. Every material snipped, every thread pulled, and every nip tucked. If he continued on his track at a pace like this, it would soon be him pulling the st

"Huh! Macradon's apprentice. Now there's a man I'd like to meet," Bahr hinted as his eyes flickered back to Macradon. He simply sat there, nodding but not seeming to catch on. "Ahh man, are you really gonna make me ask? Please Mac, I'd like to meet your apprentice. Think he can come out and say hi?" Bahr was in an uncharacteristically good mood. The acquisition of a new weapon and the entirety of Tier two in front of him, he felt like he could tackle the world. It was nice to have people in this world he could count on. He figured he would just need to pay it forward to whoever may need it in

Bahr examined the col transfer panel that populated in front of him, a smile stretching across his face as he read the value. With a dismissive gesture, the screen closed and the col transfer was terminated. He grabbed the tights and presented them to the mystery man. "Consider this a gift, on one condition - you tell me your name." He waited patiently for the man to reveal himself as Oscar. "Alright, Oscar. The whole set is yours, free of charge. Go out and do good in the world. Just remember..." His expression suddenly became very cold, his smile eroding into a half frown. "I'll know if you'

Bahr tapped his chin as he considered the man's proposal. "Tell you what. Follow me into the back really quick." He started walking toward the door, gesturing for the man to follow. The back room had much the same ambiance of the front. It was dimly lit, but not so much that one couldn't work adequately. It contained a desk near the front with a ledger for his crafts and transactions, a few racks with works that hadn't yet been completed or otherwise weren't yet ready to be presented in the front room, and a sewing area with various tools and materials neatly organized into a functional custom

Bahr cracked a grin as the man before him broke into a fit of laughter over his pun. Finally - someone who could appreciate the highest form of humor. When the man finally composed himself and inquired about the sapphire jacket Bahr had just set out on the rack, his eyes lit up. "Eyeing the Librarium Overcoat, huh? You've got a good eye. I myself use a similar piece of equipment when I go out hunting. There are some drawbacks, but ultimately it's the best armor for me." His eyes shifted to the door leading into the back room, then back to the newcomer. "Before I answer that, what level ar

As Bahr sat at his sewing station toiling away on his new masterpiece, he heard someone's voice call out from the front of his shop. Given how most of his product was simply sitting there collecting dust, he assumed it must have been some vagrant who had wondered in looking to plunder his wares. With a sigh, he grabbed his weapon and sheathed it against the small of his back as he meandered idly toward the front. What he found there was, as he suspected, some filthy hobo looking to score some free loot. Actually... Wait, no, it looked like it was probably just a noob who was looking for s

Name: Sturdy Coat Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 6 ID: 120649 Roll: CD8 / LD22 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Uncommon Enhancements: +9 MIT Description: "This coat is unremarkable in appearance, but will offer the wearer better protection from harm than your standard jacket." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r6-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=578277 Name: Librarium Overcoat Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 6 ID: 120651 Roll: CD13 / LD7 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 EVA De

Day 18 - 7 T1 Materials + 2 T1 Materials after salvaging + 62 EXP Bahr spent some time at his sewing station. Sewing, weaving, pulling, stretching, mending, and assembling. After what seemed like forever, the fruits of his labor finally presented themselves. They were nothing special, just a few basic articles with the occasional breath of brilliance in between. Bahr could feel himself progressively becoming better and better at his craft. Every failure was a lesson. Every success a motivator. Every material snipped, every thread pulled, and every nip tucked. If he continued o

Name: Mitigation Leather Armor Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 6 ID: 120390 Roll: CD9 / LD20 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 2 Quality: Uncommon Enhancements: 1 slot MIT Description: "Basic leather armor." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r6-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=578019 Name: Mitigation Leather Armor Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 6 ID: 120396 Roll: CD8 / LD22 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 2 Quality: Uncommon Enhancements: 1 slot MIT Description: "Basic leather armor." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topi

Day 17 Bahr spent some time at his sewing station. Sewing, weaving, pulling, stretching, mending, and assembling. After what seemed like forever, the fruits of his labor finally presented themselves. They were nothing special, just a few basic articles with the occasional breath of brilliance in between. Bahr could feel himself progressively becoming better and better at his craft. Every failure was a lesson. Every success a motivator. Every material snipped, every thread pulled, and every nip tucked. If he continued on his track at a pace like this, it would soon be him pulling the strin

"Yeah, it's pretty thin. I'm used to a thicker blade. It looks like I'll need to work on new parrying techniques," he said with a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head. He nodded at Macradon's request. "Definitely, I'll make sure someone worthy of handling this sort of power gets their hands on it when the time is right. Until then, I'll put it to good use." When Macradon asked if Bahr had any questions for him, he tapped his chin and pondered for a moment. "Not that I can think of, it seems pretty straight forward to me. But when you least expect it..." he looked up to the ma

Day 16 Bahr spent some time at his sewing station. Sewing, weaving, pulling, stretching, mending, and assembling. After what seemed like forever, the fruits of his labor finally presented themselves. They were nothing special, just a few basic articles with the occasional breath of brilliance in between. Bahr could feel himself progressively becoming better and better at his craft. Every failure was a lesson. Every success a motivator. Every material snipped, every thread pulled, and every nip tucked. If he continued on his track at a pace like this, it would soon be him pulling the strin

Bahr simply stared at the trade menu as Macradon spoke, listening intently but not taking his eyes off of the screen. He couldn't help but feel like there had to be strings attached to this. A Demonic quality weapon? For free? Unheard of. Bahr liked Mac, but he didn't want to owe the man too many favors. If what he was saying was true, Bahr would have to find a way to return the favor at some point, even if Macradon didn't expect it. He silently accepted the trade, and the weapon was transferred to his inventory. He equipped it instantly, his old sword on the counter fading away as the ne

Bahr took a seat on the freshly placed stool, leaning against the counter top with his elbows and lacing his fingers together. He listened intently while Macradon shared the tale of Ssendom, a name that Bahr had actually heard once or twice before. He nodded as Mac described him as dangerous, bloodthirsty, and a menace. Bahr had heard such descriptions of the man before, but it had always been secondhand knowledge. This was his first time he was hearing it from someone who seemed to know from firsthand experience. He leaned back as he explained that Ssendom had to be taken out. He remembered h

Bahr peeked into the windows of the shop, examining a few of the items that were on display for passersby. Ornate and complex armor that seemed to have good ratings, accompanied by a plethora of strong looking weapons. Bahr unsheathed his own sword and gazed down upon it, eyes narrowing. Since his first day in Aincrad, he had used the same weapon - the Minor Oculus. It wasn't a fancy blade, by any means, but it had been reliable. The idea of leaving it behind for a newer weapon made him feel somewhat dirty, as though committing a betrayal against his current weapon somehow. Having just advance