NIGHT

A new tier beckons new equipment. Macradon's equipment hadn't failed her yet in combat, so the adventurer had figured it would be safe to return for another batch of metal wares. This time, she had some weaponry in mind, but was stuck over two designs that she was willing to test out. Filling up the request forms at the front of the store yet again, she walked over to the counter to hand them over. "Thank you," she managed to utter this time, in no rush to vanish anywhere else. "I hope this isn't too complex of a task." With that, she took a step back, trying to stay out the way as she wa

To say that NIGHT was hauling a lot of baggage would be not only precise, but insightful, at this point. From her latest expedition, she went straight to Pandora's when she had the chance, a handful of curiosities to be verified. It's what she opened with first, "Identify these, please, when you get the chance." Then she lugged two large hempen sacks onto the counter, just a little away from the items she'd laid out earlier. She nearly lost the request she'd recited in her head earlier, but managed to squeak out a, "And junk sell.. uh.. these... um... sorry..." before ducking out the stor

[14/12/19] There was something she took solace in. It was how likely she was able to create an item that actually stood up. NIGHT dwelled in appreciating this, as she pieced together the last item, setting it aside with the others she'd made that day. Today must've been the best performance she'd seen from herself so far, and she was more than proud of that. Closing her notebook, she'd place two pieces into the wooden bowl she had set up earlier, and then left the other three spread out on her desk, closer to the wall. Then, it was time for clean up again.

Item Name: Wooden Omamori Profession: Artisan Rank: 6 Roll ID: 131559 Roll Result: 13 (12, +1) Item Type: Trinket Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Loot Die, Loot Die, Loot Die Description: A wooden talisman, often found at Shinto shrines. Where there would be japanese characters on it to mark some good luck, there is instead an etching of Aincrad itself. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/18303-f01-r6-artisan-the-evening-star-open/?do=findComment&comment=590149 Item Name: Quartz Ring (Butterfly) Profession: Artisan Rank: 6 Roll ID: 131562 Roll Re

[12/12/19] It was probably luck, NIGHT concluded, as she went over the trinkets she had made. Uncommons, lined up in a row. Well, at least they'd make for good decor, right? ... Eh, maybe not. She set them aside, now stacking her less-than-ideal crafts in a wooden plate. A discard pile of sorts, she concluded, but there was no harm in keeping a handful around just for a bit. At least her kitten was enjoying them. She watched as Nyanko pawed at the stack, having taken residence on her table for the moment, as she cleaned up Athena's Lens with a cloth.

[11/12/19] The scales continue to tip in NIGHT's favour, but she couldn't tell if it was sheer luck, or sheer skill, at this point. Athena's lens had been a boon the past few attempts, and it shined through once again here. As she touched up on the last item, her gaze wondered over to the items lined up on her shelves, if she should by any chance recycle them by any other means. Perhaps she should, one would advise her. But the artisan was sentimental, just like her tutor, she guessed. The woman sighed, clambering out of her seat, ready to clean up and end the day's work where it was

[9/12/19] NIGHT had barely managed to scrape by using the last of her materials up before she completed her day's work. The myriad of different results were what she had expected too achieve in the past, but were only now being reflected in her efforts. She wiped her brow, satisfied with the results of her crafting session, before setting the newly created items aside, bracing herself to start clearing out her desk. "Mrrw?" A chirping came from below her table, before the shadow leapt over onto its surface. Nyanko brushed up against her hand, curious as to know what was happening in

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Familiar Mastery: Accurate (Rank 2) Mod(s) Being Dropped: N/A SP Refunded: 8 Cost: 8,000

Item Name: Eye of Horus Enamel Pin Profession: Artisan Rank: 5 Roll ID: 131321 Roll Result: 13 (12, +1) Item Type: Trinket Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Accuracy, Accuracy, Accuracy Description: While most enamel pins are golden, this one's has been painted in black. A circular and triangular base have been overlaid on each other, encapsulating the Eye of Horus within. The markings where the Egyptian pattern stands out are laced with gold. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/18303-f01-r5-artisan-the-evening-star-open/?do=findComment&comment=589839

[8/12/19] Okay, perhaps that went a bit too smoothly. Was Athena listening? Maybe she could hear her disappointment from the previous day and decided to send a blessing her way. NIGHT held up the three crafts in her hand, adjusted and modeled to perfection. It almost felt like luck was getting back at her for not succeeding before. She hadn't seen such fine work from herself in a while, so she immersed herself in it, patting herself on the back for once. Placing them gently on one side of the table, she took her time to fan away the fading particles from one of her less success

[7/12/19] It had been a while since she'd gotten back to crafting, having been on adventures during the down time. Setting down Nyanko from her latest expedition, she changed into her casual clothes with a few finger gestures, before heading over to her desk, placing materials down on the wooden desk. With Athena's Lens, it was easier to examine her items as she was making them. A tweak here, an adjustment there, but it didn't really seem to make much of a difference. The lens was just a tool, after all. NIGHT huffed as she leaned back in her chair, making peace with the idea that sh

A merchant's shop? On Floor 1? Finally, NIGHT sighed, pushing open the door haphazardly. Her senses were immediately greeted with a pleasant, homely smell between book pages, but her eyes were cast with a dreary view. Immediately, her senses to keep things clean kicked in, but begrudgingly, she held them still. M-Maybe this was on purpose, yeah--!! Struggling to keep her hands to herself, she placed the items she wanted to be rid of onto the counter, grimacing madly and bouncing about on the spot. "Junk selling," she spoke, in a low voice, trying to keep her eyes on the shop keep and not

The man's stare was intimidating, to say the least, as though NIGHT herself was being judged to be worthy of the shop's wares. When the shopkeep finally began crafting did she sigh internally, having tried to keep a straight face in front of him. False exteriors gave way to a kindness, though, when he'd opened up a trade window to pass her back the payment she'd sent over. The woman was taken aback by this, but acknowledged it either way. "I-I mean, if you're sure," she stammered out, with a swift and deep bow in return. "Thank you very much!"

Perhaps she didn't need to leave the store at all, rather stick around it for a little more than a handful of minutes. When she returned a few hours later, the equipment had already been made, laid out together on the counter. The woman couldn't help but feel satisfied when she spotted them, and went over to pick up the pieces. Exactly as she had envisioned, in perfect condition. Storing them in her inventory for a later date, she thanked the shopkeeper with a bow -- Macradon, was it? She'll have to keep that in mind, NIGHT figured, as she made her way out the shop, onwards to anoth

NIGHT was familiar with the first floor, but she hadn't been to all its nooks and crannies before. The red blaze of the sign had caught her eye and she headed inside. She'd put her faith in the equipment the shop was offering, if the goods were as well crafted as the owner had guaranteed. So here were her (seemingly) tough requests. Scrawling out a set of instructions, she set the request slip to the side, writing instrument holding the paper steady. A quick, wordless wave, and she was off, counting down the seconds until her item would be completed. @Macradon

Bahr? Like the guy who fell in the forest the other day? NIGHT wore a look of permanent confusion, while Nyanko looked onwards, curious and even a little excited. She'd known the shop was her neighbour, but never really looked into it too much. Shrugging, she entered the store, and was immediately welcomed by the homely atmosphere of the interior. If she wasn't so accustomed to her own workshop, she might've asked to rent a space somewhere in here. Instead, she had written down a set of instructions -- a request of sorts -- and had the sheet of paper set down by the counter. @Bahr

"When did you get strong enough to do that, NIGHT? I'm impressed." Her ears pricked up at the compliment, and she turned tentatively, losing all tension from her stance. Her blade was slung onto her shoulder as the elemental fell and scattered into pieces, its deafening wails and its fragments starting to be blown away by the wind. "Uh... Same way you do, right? Training and numbers?" She posed, tilting her head, a raised brow towards Yukiro. She then looked over to Tala, raising an open palm to gesture. "I'm not sure if that was what you came here for, but that's the field boss se

Gonna second this for clarity.

I can't find myself voting appropriately in the poll unless I know what the rewards are, but I do feel like they should be compensated in some way. It's hard to find myself saying yes for in-game rewards, though I know that managing the community takes up hours that can't be fed back into roleplaying for one's own sake. On the other hand, this could cause an imbalance, however to what effect this might be, I'm not capable of saying. An external reward, on the other hand? I think I can support that even more. Commissions, a unique theme, a gift or favour, a custom quest? Podcast shout out?

"That's all I needed to know." NIGHT stated firmly, before glancing at Tala. "As much as I'd like to see you prove it," she added, her tone gentler this time, "I don't think you'd be in much of a position to do so. Not when you're shaking cold." The woman gave her a wincing smile, understanding her plight, if only a fraction of it. Then she turned, continuing down the path. Nyanko meeped gently as the two passed the snowman, his head sticking out and watching their friend pass them by. "This shouldn't take long," the player commented, sending the two a quick party invite, not checking to

Huh. I should've expected Yukiro to tag along too, since she's new and all. Wait, but never at a higher floor... NIGHT raised a brow as the two approached her, folding her arms, trying to regain her cool as she stepped aside, hiding her (and Nyanko's) crudely made snowman from direct view. Recalling her intended mark, her hand instinctively went to twirling a lock of her hair as she lied, gauging Yukiro's response. "Yknow, if I wasn't so busy, I would've been ahead long ago," she announced. "If you're here about the ice golem, then I'm still on the hunch that we're talking to t

Finally, the final touches. In NIGHT's hand were a number of small pebbles, personally paw-picked by Nyanko himself. He squealed as he squatted lightly on the woman's shoulder, her hand gently placing the rocks into position on the snowman. Four pebbles for each eye, and a curved line of them for its mouth... When she was done, she took a step back. It looked kind of adorable! She couldn't help but giggle, picking up her kitten and coddling him gently. "Does it look nice, you think?" "Mew!" "It's my first time," she reminded him, and herself, a big grin stuck on her face as she

Damn, Yukiro. Guess you really do like helping out newbies, huh? "It's NIGHT," she claimed, extending a gloved hand for a shake, adding a confident smile to boot. "That's nice to hear. I hope he's been treating you well?" She took a glance at the man hammering away at the banner still, before turning back to her conversationalist. "And it's nice to meet you. Should I call you Emily or Snow?" the player asked as she tilted her head. "It's alright to be nervous when you're starting out, I think. You'll get used to it, I'm sure." Facing Randal, she mentioned, "The food's alright. I take

Wow, Yukiro. What's all this about? NIGHT sauntered up to the banner, watching the knight hammer away at the display. She folded her arms, curious. "Is this your work?" She hollered up to him, almost impressed. "Curious. One moment you're off hunting, the next you're setting up a party." "I hope I'll see you enjoying the festivities yourself, martyr," she jested, with a smile, any hostilities dripping unconsciously, before stepping under the notice, crossing the barrier between responsibilities and festivities. Looks like a handful of other players were already about. NIGHT sp

"Here we go--!" NIGHT lifted the dense snowball, holding her breath as she carried it over to the larger, idle first. One careful plop, and she now had a base for her snowman. She began trying to meld the two pieces together, ensuring that her creation was steady, giggling at the thought of what might be the outcome. "How's it going over there, Nyanko?" "Meep!" The kitten stumbled along, pulling his second tiny twig over, his tiny mouth barely able to keep hold of the stick. When he was close enough, NIGHT gently pulled at the twig, allowing Nyanko to pass it over to her. She grabbed the