Oz

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

CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-20. (09/06/2024)

Name: Ass-Kicking Absinthe Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 229871-1 Roll: CD13 Item Type: Potion Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: DMG III Description: Hits like a punch, numbs the fists. Tastes like nails. The culprit of many bar fights. Goes great with nuts. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/40759-f13-r8-alchemist-the-sour-rumor/?do=findComment&comment=686208 Name: Ass-Kicking Absinthe Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID: 229871-2 Roll: CD13 Item Type: Potion Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: DMG III Description: Hits like a pun

CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-20. (09/05/2024)

Oz's gray hues flickered between the lot of them before a sigh escaped his lips. "Fine, guess I can take the boss drops, since y'all don't seem to want them." This was, of course, his desire all along. But they didn't need to know that. He waited for the loot to be divided and then offered a half-hearted salute to the group before spinning on his heel and taking off in a direction. Which direction, he wasn't sure. Any direction would do, if it meant getting away from this awkward gaggle of weirdos. "Thanks folks, it's been real," he offered as his final parting gift, not bothering to look

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CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-20. (09/04/2024)

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CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-18. (09/03/2024)

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He'd gone days without a soul entering the tavern, save for that weird kid who wanted the honey mead he didn't even drink. Neither the townsfolk, nor the Players, seemed interested in his little hole-in-the-wall tavern. Then, all at once, people started flooding in. And they were broads! The first was a particularly sultry siren - whose named turned out to actually be Siren - who drowned Oz in a heavenly southern accent that carried him places no ale ever could. She selected a few of his in-stock items, ordered a couple more, and Oz's hands started moving to whip the concoctions toge

Last time Oz had come here, Jackpot had managed to identify some pretty neat stuff in the equipment he'd provided. It was trued that that big-chested woman over at the Black Odyssey had managed to do a bit more, but Jackpot had been cheap. Free, in fact. It wasn't like the violet-haired goon was bad, per se, and Oz had recently come into yet another collection of unassorted goods. He figured bringing his business back here would be a good way to pay the guy back for his hard work. "Hey dude," Oz said, kicking the base of the counter so as to wake Jackpot up. "Got some more stuff for you t

Honey mead, huh? Guess it suits the kid's adolescent appearance. Though, he wasn't actually a child, anymore. None of them were. Even those kids at the orphanages creeped Oz out these days; teenagers in children's bodies, roleplaying as helpless delinquents who required the guidance of proper adults to carry them afloat. How many of them were faking, and how many had simply had their development stunted by being chronically regarded as little boys and girls? It was impossible to tell, and the whole thing just freaked him out. Almost as much as the way this kid was looking at him. He

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CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-18. (09/01/2024)

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CRAFTING ATTEMPTS 1-18. (08/31/2024)

When prompted, Dionysus cleared his throat, and the glass began to fill once more, much to Oz’s delight. “Surely you jest,” Dionysus replied, the skepticism heavy in his tone. “No, really,” Oz shot back before holding up a finger as though to signal ‘wait,’ downing yet another glass of the mystery liquid. He belched loudly upon completion. “Call it Congealing Ale. Comes out as a liquid but ends up going on as a paste. Not really sure how I figured it out at first, to be honest, but now it’s easy to make. Just apply it to your skin and it protects against a variety of nasty ailments. Preve

Oz nodded in agreement, but he was barely listening. He was just guzzling more of that sweet ambrosia. “Surely you’ve cooked up some sort of remedy to help with the hangovers?” Ah, so Oz had been right all along. The gods had summoned him to grovel for his crafts. Things they either wouldn’t, or couldn’t make themselves. “Not help. Cure,” Oz managed between glasses of the sweet nectar. Had that been glass four or five? It was hard to tell. Although, this one stopped refilling in the middle, which caused Oz’s expression to sour. He peered down into the still glass, waiting for t

As he approached Oz with an outstretched arm, offering the second glass of the concoction, Dionysus continued explaining his predicament. “It’s my job to be the life of the party. I have a duty to ensure that immortals and mortals alike can partake in the joys of merriment. But the hangovers are just becoming unbearable.” Oz nodded thoughtfully as he allowed Dionysus to monologue, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a swig. That swig quickly turned into downright pouring the liquid straight down his throat. He’d never experienced a more delicious brew. And, to his delight, it seemed the

“These fools - so hard to find good help these days,” Dionysus lamented, turning his attention back toward Oz. “I’m hoping you’re not as big a disappointment as he is.” The large fellow finally deigned it time to rise from his seat, taking a moment or two to fully outstretch his massive form before peering down at Oz again. Yup, definitely at least twelve feet. The verdant vandal had to crane his neck back just to get a look at the guy’s expression. “I’m in a bit of a pickle, you see. I love to party - as I’m sure you’re aware - but partying has a nasty habit of giving me head-splitting h

“Ah, finally, there you are. Oz the alchemist. You know, we called for you quite some time ago. It’s been days, and still he haven’t seen you. Until now, that is. We were beginning to think you would never show.” Just then, the same attendant which had fled earlier returned, this time with a tray of violet grapes for Dionysus, just as he’d requested. He took one look at the tray and his expression soured. He smacked it from the attendant’s hands, fruit once again flying about. “I specifically requested green grapes, you fucking animal. Am I going to need to go fetch my own grapes at this point

One foot in front of the other carried him through the threshold and into the room, where eventually he could make out the silhouette of a muscular man strewn comfortably over a large chair. When compared to the size of a normal man, Dionysus could only be described as gargantuan. He must have stood ten - no, at least twelve feet tall. It was difficult to tell, based on how his oversize frame was contorted over the throne he rested up on. At either side were attendants feverishly fanning him with large leaves. His skin, a deep bronze in coloration, seemed to glisten with an unnatural beau

“This is it. Get in there and see what he wants,” the satyr said. Oz cast a worried glance upon his clipboard-wielding adversary. “I don’t suppose there’s any way I could just leave and come back later, is there?” “No,” came the flat response. “I don’t do these little trips for fun, you know. I’m not guiding you up here and again, and you ain’t about to leave after I went through all of the trouble of getting you here. You’re here, bub. You’re here, and you’re gonna make that guy happy, or die trying. Now, as I mentioned before, I’ve got several dozen more of you little miscreants to

Eventually, they made their way to the upper platform, and the long hike had reached its end. That didn’t mean their trek was over, though. Through winding streets, the little satyr led Oz, cloudy outcroppings serving as unlikely foundations for glorious marble structures and edifices. There was a wispiness at their feet wherever they marched, the clouds seemingly as ethereal as they were solid. Their bodies could somehow move through them and not at the same time. More mystical fuckery. At long last, they found themselves outside of a singular chamber. No sooner had they stopped at its e