Oz

Tendrils of whispy, illuminated smoke cascaded over the info broker's visage, obfuscating the panel that cast a dull glow through the smog against his features. Exhale after inhale after exhale, each draw of smoke inward doing about as much for his senses as a mouse fart might for disturbing the atmospheric pressure of an auditorium. Darts didn't quite hit the mark in Aincrad, less so if one didn't possess the appropriate ingredients. However still, it was a habit that would die with Oz, and not a moment sooner. Rituals have their way of digging into the psyche of their practitioners. The

Oz watched as the women cleaved through the overgrown ape like hot knives through cottage cheese. Its health bar dwindled, then dwindled some more, until finally the last pixels of color had been exhausted. All at once, the creature's massive form combusted into a miasma of fractals, each cascading into its own dissipating oblivion. He whistled as the spectacle unfolded before him, the glow refracting off of his eyes and painting those gray hues with an azure tinge. Sewallus stammered in the wake of the explosion. Perhaps it was the fact that women were speaking, and he seemed to have an

oz was there and dropped this on accident (1) Evasion Dog. [Tierless Rare Meal - ID: Unknown - acquired here.] +2 EVA

Name: Brainworm Draught Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 9 ID: 231098-1 Roll: CD13 Item Type: Salve Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Toxic Venom Description: Grotesque bubbling concoction that prompts immediate festering infection in wounds. Comes with a dipstick for application. Don't let it touch your skin. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/40759-f13-r9-alchemist-the-sour-rumor/?do=findComment&comment=686668 Name: Brainworm Draught Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 9 ID: 231098-2 Roll: CD13 Item Type: Salve Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancement

What a weirdo. CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-24. (09/11/2024)

“All yours, Oz!” But he was already up in the goofy gremlin's grill, inspecting its nasty visage with an inquisitive expression stretched across his face. Oh, how he loved it when his unlikely comrades deigned to stun one of these magnificent creatures. He placed a boot against the monster's lower lip and pushed. Try as he might, its maw would not budge. Seemed that, even in its dazed state, it had some semblance of control over its body. It had merely lost its capability for locomotion. "How boring," he mused with a blank expression, boot coming back to rest upon earth dampened by t

Name: Brainworm Draught Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230987 Roll: CD12 Item Type: Salve Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Toxic Venom Description: Grotesque bubbling concoction that prompts immediate festering infection in wounds. Comes with a dipstick for application. Don't let it touch your skin. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/40759-f13-r8-alchemist-the-sour-rumor/?do=findComment&comment=686611 Name: Brainworm Draught Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230989 Roll: CD12 Item Type: Salve Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: T

CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-24. (09/10/2024)

Name: Armor-Tempering Tequila Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230917 Roll: CD13 Item Type: Potion Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: MIT III Description: Dulls the senses, makes stuff not hurt so much. Those anticipating a bar fight will order this when they see someone order Ass-Kicking Absinthe. Note: not a substitute for therapy. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/40759-f13-r8-alchemist-the-sour-rumor/?do=findComment&comment=686568 Name: Armor-Tempering Tequila Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230926 Roll: CD13 Item Type: Potion Tier

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Name: Congealing Ale Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230519 Roll: CD12 Item Type: Salve Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Antidote III Description: Looks like a liquid, pours like a salve. Protects the consumer from hangovers and other ailments. Warning: smells like booze. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/40759-f13-r8-alchemist-the-sour-rumor/?do=findComment&comment=686470 Name: Congealing Ale Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230523-1 Roll: CD12 Item Type: Salve Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Antidote III Description: Look

It was almost a little crazy just how quickly Oz was running through the foods he'd picked up from Demian. It wasn't that he was gluttonous (although he was), it was simply the fact that they provided such a significant boon for his own crafts. Oz had been working tirelessly to line the shelves of his own shop with various brews, and the more quickly he ascended the ranks of his profession, the more consistently he would be able to do so. "Few more of these, please," he stated as he eyed the addicting morsels. "And much thanks, they've been quite helpful." Oz acquires:

CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-20. (09/08/2024)

Nevermind. Turns out the women had main character complexes, too. “Wait. Are you Oz?" Acanthus asked, causing him to perk up a bit and flicker his orbs to meet with hers. "I think I recognize you from floor thirteen. I bought some whiskey from you a few days ago. It was surprisingly good.” A genuine, goofy grin sprawled across Oz's visage, and he could feel a bit of pink rise to his cheeks. It was a rarity to receive a genuine compliment from anyone. "Oh riiiiight, I remember you," he recalled, looking up and off into the middle distance. "Though, I'm surprised you remember me. That

And she's a bitch, too? God, swoon. Oz cupped his palm horizontally over his brow, watching intently as the woman descend right into a pack of the smelly fuckwads and sent them all to meet their maker with a single stroke. He may have started drooling, were he not still accompanied by their other accomplice. Once he'd had his fill of ogling Cordelia, he turned his attention back to Wulfrin, a puzzled expression overtaking his visage. It seemed as though the boy was expecting something from him. "Oh. Oh, god, no. I don't fight. That's what I hired you guys for. I'm just here to watch

Name: Memory-Whisking Whiskey Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230398 Roll: CD13 Item Type: Potion Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Crafter's Respite Description: Whiskey with an oaky aftertaste. Makes the consumer forget they already did their crafting for the day. Comes with a complimentary lemon-lime flavored chaser. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/40759-f13-r8-alchemist-the-sour-rumor/?do=findComment&comment=686419 Name: Ass-Kicking Absinthe Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230400-1 Roll: CD12 Item Type: Potion Tier: 1 Quality:

CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-20. (09/07/2024)

"Well it's about fuckin' time," Oz chided as the unlikely duo showed up at practically all at once. With an unflattering grunt, he placed the bases of his palms against his knees and hoisted himself into an upright position. He closed the folding fan, turned on a heel, and... Oh. Turns out the ambient temperature wasn't the only thing that was hot. That lady was smokin'. And while Oz would have loved nothing more than to forward some feeble attempt at schmoozing her, he was honestly too hot and sticky to have it in him. Even he felt gross, and that was saying something. Putting the t

Floor Nine was just awful. Oz had found the desert nearly unbearable, but the magma-scorched expanse of this hellhole was worse by a long shot. The air was so hot and thick that he didn't even want to smoke - not that his feeble fingers would have any luck keeping a firm grasp on the undoubtedly sweltering aluminum canister that hid them away. The viridescent vandal had the distinct pleasure of having multiple items of interest on the docket relating to this wretched place, and so thought it wise to try and knock them all out in one fell swoop. The sooner he was done with whatever bullshit lur

"God, it's like I'm sitting in ball soup!" The folding fan in Oz's hand was whisked back and forth in a pitiful attempt to assuage some of the ambient heat that always accompanied a visit to the ninth floor. He sat perched on a rock overlooking a bandit encampment, doing his best to parse the locations of their targets through the rippling effect the sweltering calefaction had on the air. Any minute now, his hired muscle would be arriving to do the hard work of taking out this outcropping of delinquents. Any minute now... Droplets of sweat dripped from his chin and caught agains

As usual, Bahr was none too pleased by Oz's intrusion. But that was to be expected. What Oz didn't expect was for Bahr to deny that he'd sent anyone after him. Now, why would he go and tell a lie like that? Strong, brooding red guy lies to save his own skin? Didn't seem like the type. For a moment, Oz caught himself entertaining the notion that perhaps Bahr was telling the truth, and hadn't sent anyone to pursue him. He dismissed the thought almost as soon as it began percolating in his alcohol-stained noodle. "Much thanks for the services, Pookie-Bahr." With that, Oz collected his n

Oh, look. Babes. It wasn't like Oz needed any extra motivation to go after the Monkey King. The longer he roamed beyond the safety of Aincrad's safe zones, the more he found himself leaning on other Players to get by. As disgusted as he was by needing to rely on the skills and talents of others (gross), he recognized that his own combat prowess was so evidently lacking that it was more or less a necessity. He figured that boons such as his newly acquired Leadership skill and the Sword Art supposedly earned from defeating the Monkey King were a good way to make him less useless on the batt

"OH POOKIE-BAHR!" Oz called out loudly over the sound of the doorbell as he entered the shop. "I HAVE MORE WORK FOR YOU!" By the time his eyes managed to find the crimson crusader, he was already scowling at Oz. Splendid. "You know," Oz started with a wry smile as he approached the counter, "I can't say I'm terribly fond of the goons you've been sending after me lately. I get being pissed, but come on. That's unnecessary." He laid out two pieces of cloth armor, as well as a Gleaming Scale and a Demonic Shard. The implication was evident - these needed to be fused.

Admittedly, Oz had completely forgotten he'd even dropped anything off for Jackpot to evaluate. The bright side to this is that there was hardly a chance that he'd show up and find the work incomplete, thus wasting a trip. By the time he made his way into Jackpot's little cave, he found the man working on an absolutely massive pile of rapiers. Which was odd. But, probably no more off than the random piles of shit he'd dropped off here in the past. "Find anything good?" Oz asked. And boy, Jackpot did. Oz happily collected the merchandise and went on his merry way. Oz acquire

Name: Brainworm Draught Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230112-1 Roll: CD12 Item Type: Salve Tier: 4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Toxic Venom Description: Grotesque bubbling concoction that prompts immediate festering infection in wounds. Comes with a dipstick for application. Don't let it touch your skin. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/40759-f13-r8-alchemist-the-sour-rumor/?do=findComment&comment=686328 Name: Brainworm Draught Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 230112-2 Roll: CD12 Item Type: Salve Tier: 4 Quality: Perfect Enhancement