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Item Name: Luck o' the Irish Profession: Tailor Rank: 1 Roll ID: 206936 Roll Result: CD 12 Item Type: Clothing Tier: T1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Loot Die 3 Description: A cloth headband, adorned with imagery of four-leaf clovers. Said to bring luck to those who wear it. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/21410-f8-rank-1-tailor-temporary-closed/?do=findComment&comment=651415

| 25/03/2022 ID: 206935 Daily Crafting 1 (T1 | Clothing) CD: 3 LD: 15 Fail +2 EXP ID: 206936 Daily Crafting 2 (T1 | Clothing) CD: 12 LD: 13 Perfect +9 EXP +11 EXP | -2 Materials | Dragon's Breath Consumed (Crafter's Respite) ID: 207107 Daily Crafting 1 [Crafter's Respite] (T1 | Clothing) CD: 8 LD: 20 Salvage Success

Purchasing 1x Custom Ambition Tool (Tailor) | [800col]

| 24/03/2022 ID: 206887 Daily Crafting 1 (T1 | Clothing) CD: 6 LD: 5 Salvage Fail +2 EXP ID: 206888 Daily Crafting 2 (T1 | Clothing) CD: 4 LD: 7 Fail +1 EXP +3 EXP | -2 Materials

A little ways off the high street in the Town of Beginnings stands a contemporary clothing store. Inside, shoppers are presented with racks and displays filled with all kinds of things; coats and jackets, jeans and dresses, and shoes and hats, too. All items without enhancements are sold for inordinately cheap prices, whilst the armours with special effects are displayed on mannekins in the store's windows. Custom orders are kept around back, brought to the buyer upon their request. If the tailor is out, they'll be left boxed up on the counter, ready to be collected at the buyer's discretion.

Humans domesticated cats just shy of 10,000 years ago. At first, man sought protection of goods from their fluffy companions, but grew fond of the comfort their little four-legged friends provided. Felines, in return, were given food, shelter, and attention from their owners, a perfectly symbiotic relationship from which both could benefit. And so, they learned to co-exist with one another for thousands of years. Growing, evolving, and living together in harmony. Éli, a beige Himalayan with a tail as fiery as his attitude, must have not gotten the memo. “No, bad kitty! Stop it! Don’t

If her latest combat encounters were anything to go by, Cleo was in desperate need of an accuracy boost. One would think her to be blind given the amount of impossible-to-miss attacks that she had—somehow—ended up missing. With this in mind, the Player thought to pay a visit to an Artisanry on the first floor, the very same she'd bought a little music box from not long ago, to soothe her apparant lack of awareness. Entering the shop, she carefully closed the door so as to not make too much of a rucus and perused the shelves in search of such an item. A pair of glasses were the obvious cho

An alert came through a short time later, as it had done the last time she did business with the Blacksmith. Having barely gotten back to the first floor, Cleo read the message in silent delight, sent another one to let Nari know that she was on her way, and then, with a sigh, realised that she would have to traverse the busy streets of the twenty-seventh floor once more. Shaking off some mud from her shoes as she entered, Cleo greeted with Nari once again with an excitable wave and, after wiping down her shoes on the doormat, made haste for the counter. "Record time as always, Nari. Than

There comes a time when a weapon turns obsolete and its wielder desperately requires an upgrade. For Cleo, this time came far sooner than expected, and there was only person that she thought to turn to in such a situation. Having made her way back up to the twenty-seventh floor, she hurried through the busy streets to make haste for The Wintery Fox, the workshop of a new friend and trusted Blacksmith, Nari. She entered the shop with a knock on the door and a small wave to the purple-haired woman, a friendly smile plastered on her eager face. "Hey, Nari!" Approaching the counter with

Cleo became interested in the idea of visiting another floor, her intrigue given away by a twinkle in her blue eyes when Rebekah suggested it. "Mhm, let's head back to Tolbana and see if Lyle knows anything about Dorian's debts. I like the sound of checking out another floor, though—maybe the fourth? Did you say that you spend a lot of time there?" Desperately hoping that she hadn't gotten her facts twisted, she recalled their conversation during their last encounter when several floors came up in discussion. She continued, only slightly going off on a tangent. "I've been on the sixth floor a

With the sudden appearance of two more boars, bulkier than their lesser counterparts, Cleo watched Rebekah smite down one of the enemies with an expertly executed attack. Responding with a sword art of her own, Cleo targeted the second <<Mama Boar>> and made a run for the mob, thrusting her blade forward. The matriarch squealed in pain as its health bar drained to zero, and both the enemies disintegrated into clouds of shards, leaving behind naught but a loot screen for each player. When no more foes made themselves known, Cleo settled down and looked over to Rebekah, eyebrows

Thread Summary: Word Count: 3,596 Base EXP: 599~ (599 * 1) EXP (Thread) + 1,500 (Quest) = 2,099 EXP 3,240 Col (Loot) + 400 Col (Thread) = 3,640 Col 14 Materials 3 T1 Rare Trinkets T1 Rare Weapon T1 Uncommon Consumable <<Concentration>> Extra Skill

Familiar Obtainment Thread: Familiar Name: Èli Familiar Description: A Flametailed Shorthair, resident to the scorching sands on the sixth-floor. His beige fur serves to camoflauge the feline in the desert, given away only by a tail which burns furiously in the sun. The tips of the cats ears flow in the wind like wisps of smoke and the wavy hair on his chin provides a sage appearance, bolstered by his brilliant, vibrant blue eyes. Familiar Image:

"To be fair, anything beats being stuck out there. I'd be thrilled never to set foot on this floor again." The day had its downsides, though she'd enjoyed the adventure, having made new friends in Nari and her first familiar. They passed through into the safe-zone, greeted coldly by guards which Cleo assumed were just mercenaries for hire, little incentive to provide any proper protection unless there was Col in it for them. On the subject of Col, with Nari's encouraging words of being able to buy a house in the future, the blue-haired woman shrugged. "Maybe one day. I'll keep at those qu

Watching Nari and Yuki interact, Cleo had to smile. The little things, the stark displays of trust in one another, showed how in sync the pair were. It was something she hoped to have with the kitten snuggled up in her arms, name pending. A protection familiar made sense, she thought. "Yeah, I would say it fits your brand. I bet she's got a lot more fight than she lots on." The little fox had to have been the calmest animal she'd ever seen, having laid draped across the woman's neck for the better part of the afternoon. To learn that it costs Col to switch came as a surprise—an unwel

Phew. Relieved that the pair's exploits hadn't opened any rifts between Nari and her friend, Cleo let herself chill out a little, easing the edge in her eyes. "Good. As for names—what was that one you just said, Elafeech?" With her pronunciation as accurate as a drunkard playing darts, she butchered the name entirely and knew it but continued nonetheless. "I like it, but maybe something a little simpler. How about... Éli? Eli? What do you think, bud?" Glancing down at the kitten in her arms, he did not indicate which he preferred, for he was a feline, incapable of speech. An innocent blink tol

Finally, her sword art struck true on the third attempt, severing the <<Man-Eating Plant>>'s stem from its body. The mass of plant cells flopped to the ground lifelessly, disintegrating into shards and vanishing from the mortal realm in a flash. The loot screen appeared yet again—more Col and materials. Cleo sighed, frustrated. "Alright, I'm done. How people enjoy this sort of thing is way beyond me." Speaking to nobody besides her discontented self, she turned away, walking back the way she came along the path to <<Krycim>>. A successful day overall, having beate

The fight grew ever tense. Her attempts to make an attack faltered as she lined up a sword art once more, taking care to aim the weapon correctly this time, yet still failing to connect with the target. The mob lashed out with two vines in a similar fashion, and Cleo dodged as each one slammed down from above. She started to back up and away at a standstill, and the <<Man-Eating Plant>> chased slowly, its tentacles carrying it a few feet per second. Reminded of the time when she encountered a pair of skeletons on the fifth-floor that managed to evade every one of her attacks—a

And yet, in spite of not relishing the opportunity, she continued. The day still young, she had little else to do besides venturing out into the world to earn more loot. Speaking of, yet another deadly plant spawned into the physical world ahead. It spotted Cleo immediately despite being a distance away and, unlike the others before it, swiveled on its tentacle-like legs rapidly toward the Player. Pressured into making an attack, she rushed to target the foe and blast out a sword art, and the blade missed its mark by mere inches. The <<Man-Eating Plant>> fared a lot better, sm

As she continued further down the path, the only mobs she found for a decent stretch were small groups. If Cleo were a higher level or perhaps had more protection than a measly single level in an armor skill, she would have taken her chances against them, but the odds sat firmly against her favor in such situations. Eventually, she would find a lone <<Man-Eating Plant>> a little way into the jungle foliage. The fight was over before it began; a single-target sword art brought the enemy down with a lunge of her dagger, and the enemy disappeared into yet another cloud of animate

Leaving them no time to ready another attack, Cleo immediately retaliated with another arched slash, closing the distance this time to ensure her blade met its mark. Slicing both enemies clean across the stems, the plants glowed a bright white and exploded into clouds of shards, leaving behind naught but a much more appealing loot screen this time around. Col had a decent bit of value for a beginner player such as herself, and the materials would help her train up her tailoring. Pleased with the fight's outcome, she observed her health points to assess whether or not she'd be healthy enough to

In seconds, Rebekah cleared the entire group of boarlets, leaving nothing behind but three clouds of shards as they each faded away. "Good stuff! We're gonna finish this up real quick, aren't we?" Now came Cleo's turn. With the other Player setting the bar so high, she couldn't help feeling nervous about taking on three more boarlets, not due to fear of dying but rather the fear of embarrassing herself. Such trivial foes would die in one hit, barely a tickle, but it was landing the hits that she dreaded. Cleo watched the fields from afar, preparing her weapon and spotting a small group of

She rather liked the thought of talking names ideas on the trek back and nodded agreeably, standing up. "Let's." Fussed by the sudden lack of scratchies, the cat sat expectantly at the player's feet, wide-eyed and purring. "I'm sure it'll come to me. Seems like quite a clingy man, doesn't he?" She gently scooped up the newly-tamed shorthair, gauging his reaction before cradling him in her arms. The flames along its tail seemed to recede automatically, or perhaps through the feline's own will—she certainly hoped it to be the former, lest he grows discontent and burns her arms to cinders. The ca

Though she refused to turn away for fear the cat would make a run for it, Cleo heard Nari's words loud and clear, nodding to let the woman know as much. "Right, sorry. No threats. You're right; I just need to be honest." Round two. Cleo made herself lower yet, sat with her legs crossed, and carefully slid her hand along the ground and through the sand, careful to keep the treat from getting dirty. "I won't hurt you, little man. We came all this way out here to find you because... well because you're adorable. You'll be in safe hands, trust me." Offering as warm a smile as she could muster

"Why?" Turning, she realized why. "Oh." The object of their search, the reason they'd hauled themselves through the scorching desert and crumbling ruins, sat on the ground a few meters away. She sized up the cat as it did to her, weighing up its options, remaining curious but cautious. She took Nari's advice and carried out the bag of treats from her back pocket, making herself more petite in the process. Lowered to the ground, she carefully picked out one of the small round treats, averting her eyes briefly to make sure Nari and her fox were far enough away not to impede the cat's approa