Marquis

let’s take it from the top. the starting fields beyond the town of beginnings was an idealized image of verdant, rolling hills and a large number of idle, blue boars. many have died from them, oft in the past, but marquis wasn’t so sure about their success rate as of now. this wouldn’t be an ideal place to hunt, marquis considered. silks were better off being obtained from the forest just yonder, northwest towards horunka. likely, there were some plant or insect-based creature there that could warrant an ideal material result. but there were no rules against combat on the way there,

he gestured to the streets. “before i teach you,” he emphasized, “maybe you should fetch some of your own materials to train with? besides offering budding apprentices like you the skills of my trade… i don’t do hand outs.” marquis nodded, smiling back at him. “i see. i understand entirely.” she gave him a deep bow on her way out, maintaining her composure. “thank you for your consideration nonetheless, sir.” “charmed,” he said. and then he shut the door in her face. marquis sighed and rolled her eyes. there was no need for cardinal to employ such a passive-aggressive tactic, su

richard folded the dress he held up at her words. “teach you?” he said. now his gaze was on her as he paced about on the spot. “i suppose i could. here to learn from the best, are you now?” “takes one to know one,” marquis offered. “and become one, as well.” richard smiled, nodding. “great. i see.” he set aside his garment. “well, do you have the materials to begin with?” although marquis was informed about the materials, she was just as such tipped off that they could not be gathered beforehand. the ten pieces of scraps in her inventory might’ve proved enough to meet the quest

she was already outside of the quest venue. marquis let herself in, the warm light from the inside contrasting greatly with the outdoors. harsh whites of a clear sunny sky against the interior’s dark yet homely feel. not a place marquis could be caught hanging out in on any other day. she looked to the shopkeeper. “hello?” “hello,” he chimed back, his back turned to her. the man name was richard, and his attention was set on a number of clothes on the counter, with one in his hands as he held it up to the light. marquis questioned the rationale to not simply pull up the blinds of his

“alright, we have a deal.” and she nodded. “private crafts only.” . . . the cost of unlocking the earning a living questline, it seemed, was so drastically low that it was basically a crime to not have unlocked such an outlet for advancement. bistro had shrugged, and wouldn’t say why, but marquis figured she could guess the answer. aincrad always needed more hands in the effort to get out. she rolled her eyes. so no one was allowed to judge her for ‘not doing her part any more’, right? at least, with shikari sticking around the scenes publicly, it was likely he wouldn’t receive

ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | ACC: 3 | THORNS: 18+10 | MIT: 6 | LD: 3 | PROSP: 3 notes: n/a.

ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | ACC: 3 | THORNS: 18+10 | MIT: 6 | LD: 3 | PROSP: 3 notes: n/a.

ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | ACC: 3 | THORNS: 18+10 | MIT: 6 | LD: 3 | PROSP: 3 notes: n/a.

buying: Immolation Potion (3) | 300 x 3 = 900 col

<<eal:tlr>> shikari had mentioned becoming a blacksmith. good for him. and bistro said that helping her out in specializing in a craft would be part of her payment, too. so marquis simply put two and two together — since it likely wasn’t shikari’s original goal to settle down at a forge for the rest of his days in aincrad, it was probably motivated by the slow-paced, yet steady, method of earning his keep from their captor. so she let him do so, even if she initially passed her judgment with mild complaint. for her, however, the adventurer had something different pla

ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1 | THORNS: 18+10 | MIT: 6 | LD: 3 | PROSP: 3 notes: n/a.

marquis: thank you!

marquis: have i split this with you yet?

bistro's waiver. "goddammit," demian cursed. shikari had shrugged, hands a distance apart from his head in a large gesture of 'i don't know what to tell you. meanwhile, marquis had a go at the man's crafting station, looking over the wares on display. "anything interesting there?" she gestured to a few desserts. "yeah. some of those. i want ice cream." "oh, so do i." "it tastes like nothing," demian returned, a retort muffled by fingers in front of his face. "so exactly how most things en route taste," marquis replied, with an enthusiastic nod. "we can work

<<calming the soul.>> ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 4 | THORNS: 18 | MIT: 18 notes: n/a.

<<the gemini.>> ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | ACC: 3 | THORNS: 18 | MIT: 6 notes: n/a.

marquis: thanks night! to shikari marquis: ok so i figured out we don't have a tv show shikari: what tv show

purchasing. 900col | 300 x 3 | Immolation Potion (x3) 800col | Custom Ambition Tool total: 900 + 800 = 1700col

marquis: thank you!! shikari. marquis: wait i dont get it marquis: why cant u pick them up for me

marquis: catch -> to shikari: Standard Spiked Plating | TIER 1 HEAVY ARMOR | THORNS II. standard-issue beginner's spiked plating.

thread summary. marquis. + 244xp | (349 * 0.7 * 1) + <<katana>> skill. shikari. + 244xp | (349 * 0.7 * 1) + 400col

another player. the cursor would’ve confirmed it. and here she half expected the entrant to be an ambush from a sudden enemy, cardinal unrelenting. but the glare shot her way, in blood-hot scarlet, did anything but assuage that presumption. they bent down. picked up the piece of the broken sword that was laid by their feet. the metal claws that the other player had equipped, large, bulky, had covered their arms from the shoulder downwards, such that even their digits were coated in mechanical steel. the blade fragment, of gleaming white folded metal, seemed of everything old in contrast

how finding a katana would work in the past for marquis was simple. there was a place of worship where the weapon would be located. on an ornate stand it sat, basking in the light of the environment around the temple, rays seeping through a carefully torn hole through the ceiling with steps laid out before her to ascend and receive her reward. she never did ask if shikari experienced the same ritual as she, but judging by his lack of surprise, she assumed he did on assumption. on this occasion, the same had occurred -- so she did as she knew and reached out for the blade, to take into her

despite marquis' help, it was shikari who found the temple in question first. gaze towards the sun's setting, he called to his distracted partner to look upon the structure, placed strangely amongst a gangle of non-native trees to the area. "oh, come on," marquis drolled, strolling up to the temple's steps right behind shikari. "what was even the point of me looking around for it if you were to find it in the first place?" shikari chuckled. "eliminates the choices i deal with," he said, gesturing marquis within. she wasted no time stepping past him, giving him a slight nod in t

“i’m being serious,” he said, nose-deep in his navigation attempt. it definitely didn’t help that there were no signifiers that weren’t organic in these woods, as opposed to the players’ originally accustomed environment. the man looked up, trying to salvage what he could of his surroundings and of their conversation. “look, they might even be watching us right now. getting lost in the very beginner forest of floor one.” “shikari.” “mtv material. watch how these two veterans who haven’t gone back in a decade react to the new floor one in aincrad!” “new – wait, it’s new?” s