Hanzoku

Shop Post: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/40521-f01r1-performer-deathknight-studios-open/?do=findComment&comment=683637 Transaction Date: N/A Cost of Transaction: N/A Crafter's Profession: <<Performer>> Crafter's Rank: R1 Item Name: "Everywhere I Go, I'm Looking For You [Death[k]Night Fusion]" Item Tier: Tier 1 Item Type: Support Song Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Familiar Sight Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: 224825 Item Description: A sound crystal containing a song that helps the listener

9/8/2024 ID Result CD LD 1 224825 Perfect Item -> Familiar Sight (+9 XP) 12 17 2 224826 Failure (+2 XP) 4 4

Modifiers: sound crystal recorder. | [#222158] | TIER 1 TRINKET | AMBITION [desc.]: an audio recorder that takes the shape of a crystal prism. Source: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/18303-f01r10-artisan-the-evening-star-open/?do=findComment&comment=683201 Ambition I - +1 EXP per craft attempt Extended Recording Studio - Hard Working - +2 EXP per attempt, +1 attempt per day [160-639 EXP] Rank 3 - El Tercio Tocador: Able to craft Tier 3 equipment. 6 crafts per day. Current XP: 339/639 Leveling Up: Gaining EXP and increasing your Perfo

Located on the outskirts of Ellesmera, just within the city's Safe Zone, a door at the base of a castle is open, and music plays softly to invite the curious in. Within the stone walls are decorated with wall hangings in greens and blues, and tables are set up with a selection of music crystals available for purchase. Many are simply songs with no magical effects, and a crystal player in the corner allows the customers to sample the music available - a wide range of songs from many genres, though there's a slant towards nightcore and metal genres - and even some (surprisingly decent) fusions o

Hanzoku eyed the playful white lioness, and then her equally playful owner. "Miss Ariel, if you think I have some hint of self-importance that would be damaged by being humiliated by eating dirt while being mocked by a feline, let me remind you that I'm a veteran gamer." he said with an amused chuckle, opening his menu. After a few moments his gear disappears into his inventory, while a wolf-headed amulet appears around his neck. "Alright, that should do it. If I do land on Kimba here, let's remove the twenty kilograms of metal from the equation." Kimba of course flicks her tail with feli

Thread Summary Quest: + 300 XP + <<Performer>> Profession + Rare Tier 1 Support Song (HP Recovery II [224804]) + 5 materials + Standard <<Performer>> Shop Gathering, Loot and Profession Usage: + 1200col + 7 materials + Rare Tier 1 Unidentified Trinket (4) + <<Foraging>> XP + 22 Thread: + 400col + 429 XP ((4292 / 10) * (1) * (1) = 429) Hanzoku: + 1458 EXP [Total] | 300 EXP [Quest] + 429 EXP [Thread Progression] * 2 [Event] + 188col1,600 [Total] | 1200col [Loot] + 400col [Thread Progression] | Adjustment

He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes in weariness, letting his arms arms dangle. He thought that the performance would be the hard part, but adding the difficulty of balancing and keeping the recording media stable and not violently explosive brought the whole experience to a whole other level. "Kayaba, you are such a dick." the exhausted player said to the uncaring universe. The only thing that could have made it worse was if you had to play more mini-games at the same time. He opened his eyes and gathered up his recording equipment and the song crystal, which now glowed softl

Hanzoku blushes a little as he realized his error. Standing straighter, he thumps a gauntled fist against his breastplate. "My name is Hanzoku. In other games I was called the Kingslayer, or the Destroyer's End. Someday, I'll earn a title again - for now, you can call me 'Han', or 'hey you!'" he said as he relaxed his posture and gave her a grin. "As for my humor - for some people it falls in their taste, for others against. I'm told I can be a bit morbid at times, fair warning. But yeah, tell me what you have in mind for a trial and I'll give it my all. No point holding back if you want

Shop Post: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/40492-f01-sp-rock-out-with-your-lute-out/?do=findComment&comment=683587 Transaction Date: N/A Cost of Transaction: N/A Crafter's Profession: <<Performer>> Crafter's Rank: R0 Item Name: "Who Let the Wolves Out? [Death[k]Night Fusion]" Item Tier: Tier 1 Item Type: Support Song Item Rarity: Rare Item Enhancements: HP Recovery II Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: 224804 Item Description: A sound crystal containing a song with an invigorating beat that encourages rec

Yup, that was definitely the right time to stop. This time, Han had paid a lot more attention to his media and less to his music - more experience would make juggling the three tasks - singing, music and checking the media - a lot easier. But he caught the subtle rising hum as the recording crystal began to build a feedback resonance and cut the power before it became critical. In fact, he thought that the crystal would even be usable in his next attempt, though he sought out Landon for an experienced second opinion. Landon turned the crystal around carefully and checked it against the li

...Maybe he had a bad batch of crystals? At least this one only split, rather then exploding, but he could tell it was a near thing, the crystal going mostly to powder as he poked it cautiously out of the slot on the recording device. Luckily the device itself was made of sturdy stuff and unharmed outside of some lighter-colored scratches from the media detonating in its holder over and over again. Maybe the music itself was a problem? But Landon was capable of belting out metal ballads, so his death metal night core fusion wasn't that out of the ball park. Well, there was nothing fo

...Nope. Nope. Well, the music was definitely better, but instead of cracking, the crystal had outright exploded, and Han wiped a trickle of blood from his forehead as he eyed the crystalline shrapnel embedded in the walls, the table, his chestplate... "Whoa! I haven't seen that happen in a while!" Landon said, wincing at the damage. "Try to be more careful with the settings, picking crystal fragments out of your eyes so they can regenerate is painful - ask me how I know." "No thanks, I can imagine it just fine. Do they.... detonate like that often?" "Nah, not too often. Too bad

Hanzoku coughed as he waved the smoke away. Those... had definitely been the wrong settings. Instead of recording the song, the crystal had cracked. And exploded a little. Landon stuck his head in the booth and sniffed at the air. "Ah, yeah, that happens a lot - especially at first. Those crystals are a bit on the delicate side - they need to be usable in a hurry in combat, yet remain stable outside. Keep on trying, you'll get there." Hanzoku nodded at the words of encourgement, and noticed the handbroom and dustpan at the side of the table, alongside a wastebasket that was half-fill

Landon helped up his hands placatingly. "Now now, how about I let you use my shop to practice making your first sound crystal? I can loan you some of my equipment as well, but the music is going to have to come from yourself." Hanzoku took a deep breath and shook his funk off. "That's kind of you. Well, I had something come to me, so I'll take you up on that." Luckily, Landon didn't do all of his work in the middle of his shop, and he had a quiet recording booth in the corner of his shop. Hanzoku took out the recording crystal he had commissioned and set it up, figuring out what he w

Landon raised a white eyebrow expressively. "That doesn't account for the rest of it." Now Hanzoku grimaced. "Boy gets overconfident, takes on wolf pack, runs out of energy midway and needs to let them bite themselves to death on his THORNS aura." Landon nearly laughs himself sick, though he dispenses some sage advice once he recovers. "It'll get better as you get more experienced, but you should look into some consumables to prop up your energy regeneration. If you can regenerate enough to use a basic sword art every few seconds, it'll make it a lot easier on yourself." "Yeah,

After resting for a few minutes, Hanzoku levered himself back to his feet and took a deep breath, almost giddy for the best part of fighting mobs - popping the loot pinatas they leave behind and seeing what you collected. He wasn't disappointed for his efforts - nearly a thousand col, more materials and a few trinkets that he could hopefully have an appraiser combine or sell for even more col - overall quite worthwhile for his time. But he had what he was looking for, and now it was time to head back to town and get on with learning the <<Performer>>'s craft. He quickly m

Hanzoku laughed a little at her comments. "I'm just a poor boy, from a poor family-" he said before cutting off and shaking his head. "Nah, let me be serious with this. I'm a lowbie still. I lost my best friend the second day, got scared and depressed - seriously, clinically depressed and went into a fugue. There are enough of us in the Town of Beginnings - all the people who never managed to take a step out. I finally pulled myself out of it. I got some help from some kind players - that's why I have the gear I do, and I've started looking to make up lost time. For all that, I'm still weak an

In the end, the battle came down to chance. The Prey had let its guard down in weariness, and the wolf gathered itself for a last lunge, springing high into the air over the Prey's guard, teeth reaching the Prey's throat, starting to close on the metal of the gorget guarding that soft, vulnerable tissue. Victory was at han- The shield came up and smashed into the wolf's jaws, propelling it away. Discarding his sword, Hanzoku grabbed his most reliable weapon and started beating the wolf with it like a pro wrestler with a folding chair and their last fuck long given. It was probably complet

The two survivors of the battle continued to fight, sword and fang clashing without end. For the last Wolf, the battle was no longer for food, but to avenge his pack mates lost fighting the Great Enemy. For Hanzoku, it was definitely reinforcing the value of being able to quickly switch back and forth between items. He was banking on the Wolf managing to either hit him or him hitting the wolf sometime soon. He considered how lifelike the world was - the sunlight through the trees, the smell of trampled grass and flowers as they struggled. The hot breath of the wolf on his face when they clashe

The pack knew! If they attacked as one, they would bring the Prey down and could pull it apart. It would only take a couple of minutes of dedicated chewing to end the Prey! Of course, no plan survives contact with being enthusiastically beaten with a metal shield, laughing maniacally while stabbing one of them. The last survivor was trying to drag himself away from the monster that they thought was Prey, a single HP left to his name. This was no normal creature, its reaction to pain was to laugh and invite more, taking each attack as an opportunity to punish the attacker rather then avoid

"Now see, all I need you to do is hit me two or three times more. That'll get us done in three more exchanges. Or if I can figure out how to stick the pointy end of the sword in you, then we can shorten this right up. Either way, I'm functionally immortal against you assholes because just as soon as one of you drops, you just can't do more damage then I can heal. Sadly, you don't recognize futility and explode early to make things faster, but what can you do?" the prey nattered on, bashing those who touched it with that annoying shield even as it waved the stick that it refused to throw at the

"Come on, hit me! Go for the throat, go for the throoooooat!" the prey cried out in deranged joy. And to be fair, they were happy to - trying to! But he was playing keep away, and making them work for it! Only one of them managed to set his teeth in the annoying prey, and got a smash from the metal slab the prey had attached to its arm for its troubles. Worse though, far worse - the scrapes they was all the prey had to show for their great efforts started healing. It was like the prey was healing almost faster then they could damage it all together... but that couldn't be right. Right? F

Ignoring the wolves, Hanzoku opened his menus, humming to himself as he sent his amulet to his inventory. It wasn't its fault, but seriously, the chance that he missed the wolves across three cleaves in such a way irked him. As his shield materialized on his arm, he shifted his stance as two of the wolves tugged back and forth on his legs. "OK, let's do some math guys. With amulet, I had a 20% chance of missing versus each of you. So for you survivors, I missed twice out of three times. Doing some mental math here... Yeah, that was a 4% chance per enemy that I missed. Weird. Anyway, let's

Hanzoku was panting now - the <<Cleave>> technique pulled heavily on his energy reserves. Three of the wolves were still on their feet and two were uninjured - so he definitely wasn't ending this in one strike. He could switch to single target strikes, but even as critical hits, those weren't enough to kill them in one strike, so left or right he'd be down to fighting with his basic combat skills after this. He figured it was worth the risk and struck again before the wolves could scatter, cleaving one last time at them. His blow scatters the group, injuring the two uninjured

Having only managed to hit the nearest Wolf, Han grimaced. "You know, I totally saw that going differently in my head." he lamented to the wolves as they growled and began to split up to circle around the foolish player to offer himself up as a sacrifice to their insatiable hunger. "Now I'm going to have to stab you all to death one by one instead of cleaving you apart in two rounds." He moved quickly, using a tree to prevent them from flanking him and attacking his heels as he readied a sword art. As the wolves gathered together he lashed out once more, hoping for greater success this ti