Rencesvals

"KyotO, right? It has, indeed! Glad to see you've been making your way through the castle with success. Onwards and upwards. Let me see what you've brought us." Spinning the order around to glance across its requirements, Ren's matted white hair stuck to his brow with sweat as he nodded affirmation and understanding. "Bear with me for just a short time. I believe we have what we need to make these quickly." Gathering his fellow craftsmen and walking through the required tasks, each set to work and returned promptly for final assembly. Huddled around the work table, thick leather ap

Name: Benedikta Hormon Crafting ID: 226388 Item Type: Weapon (Straight Sword) Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: PARA 1 | BLD 2 Description: A black steel sword that's 4 feet long and it's hilt is black with gold trim Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/39174-f21-r8-blacksmith-the-knight-shift-open/?do=findComment&comment=684387 Fusing 4x T3 Uncommon Weapons [226380, 226384, 226385, 226387] into 1x T3 Perfect Weapon | Fusion ID 238911 Name: Benedikta Projex Fusion ID: 238911 Item Type: Armor (Light) Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: MIT 2 | REC 1 Desc

ph *** Event quest: Rencesvals assembles a Veena from strings collected here: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/41439-ev-pp-27-making-the-rounds-for-ronbaru/?do=findComment&comment=691060 [Waiting on updated gear to post stats]

"Holy... I'm out of my league here." Watching both women work, each utterly decimating an entire wave of overclocked hot dogs, he found his eyes wide as saucers and his back sweltering in the barbecue casing surrounding his torso. Lacking Arabelle's finesse or Acanthus' raw strength, he was forced to improvise. Hefting his table-sized shield with both hands, he swung the unwieldly slab around just in time to catch the final hound mid-leap. Momentum swung the rest of his body round in full rotation, sending his shield flying from his hands. It was pure dumb luck that allowed him to keep pu

"You're a total nutjob. You know that right?" Fishing around in a morass of softest flower shrapnel, Ren fished up his smaller companion, who was still laughing his ass off. "Makes this batch seem a bit redundant, I suppose, but it's the sentiment that counts. Right?" Summoning his meager comparative donation to hand, he turned to hand them to Hiten only to spot the NPC's legs sticking up in the air, a spray of potpourri-blasted purple hair fanned out in full radial glory in all directions pointing away from Jeeves. "Umm... are you alright?" A hand shot up from the pile, thu

Compared to their other stops, Ren was in a state of utter bliss at the sight of Ordsea. Even Ronbaru's cultural treasures paled in their appeal at the sight of so much learning and lore. Like a kid in a candy store, he ran between libraries and lecture halls faster than a gaggle of kids between doors on Halloween, gorging his curiosity at every stop along the way. "We have to stay here awhile," he practically begged the others, returning to their rally point bearing an untold number of scrolls and manuscripts. "You're free to remain as long as you like, Ren. The rest of us have b

Fighting with renewed vigor, Ren actually beat Freyd to the last of their foes, slashing the bandit clean in half with his greatsword. "What's gotten into you?" The Whisper hadn't seen this much zeal in his companion's heart since they'd left Ronbaru. "Maybe I just found my muse?" Coy, but honest. It simply wasn't in the man to lie, though he'd insist on some degree of privacy. Freyd already knew the story anyway, the two having discussed it shortly after their first meeting. Ren always suspected that the cunning captain knew more than he'd let on, before ever asking, but he'd t

Ren, meanwhile, had wandered away from the main group and unintendedly found himself drawn into the Cave that served as a famed trial and rite of passage among the locals. Stepping into the shelter and surprising warmth of the dimly lit cavern, he spotted something fleeting flitting between breaks in the rock strata leading him deeper and deeper in. Rounding the final corner, Ren came face to face with the gathered spectral faces of his fallen friends, gathered in the round to stand in judgment. Face blanched more by the sight of them than the cold, his knees begged to collapse, but were so

As a ail of arrows rained down, the last surviving member of the mortar crew tumbles down the far side of the ridge, only to find himself facing a pair of heavily polished purple boots. "They're violet, actually," Ren added, as if reading his mind. "It's a common error. Don't feel bad." The downward plunge of his blade popped their final foe instead, sending a shower of sparks like flares into the air. "Ren? You dead?" Freyd's humorous way of showing he cared. "Not yet, I'm afraid. And you can't have my room. The daylight would kill a shadow-puppet like yourself." Roundi

"Maybe it's my build? I know I'm not at all what people expect a blacksmith to look like. That was part of its appeal to me in the first place. I've never had the raw strength for this skill, in the real world, but I love the craft. So many of my studies involved chivalric armor and medieval weapons. It just felt really cool to be able to make them, even if only enabled by the game. You know?" Foyle smiled, taking a sack from their wagon to a nearby stall, helping the local vendors stow their deliveries. "I understand the sentiment, I think. And what you've done with your sh

Running up alongside as Freyd approached the men and women blocking the road ahead, Ren's beaming smile struck a stark contrast. "Are we going to pick a fight again?" "Not if I can help it," Freyd replied, truly hopeful that they might talk their way through or even find some alternate solution to clashing blades. "Hold, strangers. There's a toll to be paid if you wish to enter Srona. Wagons cost double," the squat, round woman added, a hefty maul leaning heavily over her broad shoulders. "Really," Ren began, noting the complete absence of officialdom about the crowd.

"Oh, thank you! Yes, they're very lovely. Much appreciated, and you're welcome." Overwhelmed by the unbridled friendliness of Vesh's residents, Ren found himself dragged into a full romping tour of the community. Each person he encountered had a yarn to spin and fish tale to swell with yet another telling. He was in heaven, having long been a fan and student of folklore. Exploring it firsthand brought back fond memories of his best friends and life in a world that felt like the one from fictional stories told about 'once upon a time...' He saw Jeeves dash for the shadows the mom

"Are you sure you don't have better maps? I can already tell from here that these areas are obsolete or incorrect." Peering through his newly acquired spyglass, Jeeves cross-referenced and scrutinized the information provided to them, anticipating ambush points. "It could just be a nice walk through the countryside," Ren offered, with excessive optimism. The others all paused their duties and stared at him, oozing doubt. "What? It could happen." "The game doesn't offer a lot of quest rewards for strolling," Freyd offered, "however nice that might be." Forced to acknowledge

Stopping at every single stall as he went along, Ren was having a great time just chatting up the vendors and networking with them. He'd been touting his idea of formalizing a crafter's union for some time as a means of helping players get ahead without slaving away at the game's imposed economy. Cardinal's system was meant to divide and encourage competition, which only placed players at odds with each other over often inconsequential matters. Like the PvP elements of the game hadn't done enough damage on their own. Arriving at the Gyan Chauper tables, he was only too eager to partici

"Foyle? Jeeves? Are you both alright?" White-haired confirmation floated in the form of a handwave with thumbs up amidst a still-setting cloud of dust and debris. Freyd, sitting upright with legs splayed before his, looking like he'd just charged a bus, stared at him dumbly. "You alright captain? I think you got him, sir." Reaching down to grasp the tank's arm, Ren hefted him back to his feet and draped one of his arms over his shoulder, helping him along haltingly as Freyd's senses slowly recalibrated. "How did you manage it? The mob was still in the green. I've never seen anyth