[sP-F3] New Armour | Quest: <<Worn Out Welcome>>

[Soredell 0]

Soredell climbs out of the second tent and into the third and final tent where the dark elves rested, determined to hopefully get some metal this time after his previous failed attempt. This tent is no different than the other two tents that he explored and investigated earlier.  a sleeping bag, a small lamp, and a small chest. Pretty standard stuff. Soredell begins looking through the tent, trying to keep himself optimistic that he'll be able to find some metal this time. Unfortunately for him, his efforts once again come up short, especially when he saw something shiny in the chest, although it was nothing more than some tiny trinket that he couldn't use for anything. "Dammit. How hard is it to get a simple piece of metal?" he says to himself, crawling out of the last tent. Instead of going to the storage tent, Soredell decides to take a short break and clear his head, sitting down on a log next to the fireplace.

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Soredell - Out of Combat Healing Round 10

HP: 49/60 --(+3)--> 52/60

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ID: 76559
LD: 13

 

[Soredell 0]

Sitting at the camp fire, resting, Soredell takes a moment to let himself rest, relax, and focus on the task at hand once again. This searching is now starting to have an effect on him, his stress and anger beginning to build up inside of him, all because he can't find two more pieces of metal. It's infuriating, how a task so simple is holding him back from finishing the quest at hand. Like, how hard can looking for materials be right? "Fighting monsters may be hard, but finding loot and even materials is damn near impossible in this game." he mutters bitterly to himself, adding another thing to the list of things that he would scream at Kayaba if he ever met that sick SoB in the flesh, face to face. Soredell takes another deep breath, trying to calm himself. Soredell sighs as he gets up, preparing to look in the much larger, storage tent. Hopefully he'll find something here.

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Soredell - Out of Combat Healing Round 11

HP: 52/60 --(+3)--> 55/60

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ID: 76560
ID: 6

 

Edited February 4, 2017 by Soredell

[Soredell 0]

Soredell gets up and looks at the larger storage tent, walking around it. It is a lot bigger than the other 3 tents from earlier, has plenty of storage for whatever these dark elves needed. What that need was, Soredell felt that he didn't want to know, nor would he have the pleasure of finding out. Soredell looks inside the tent. A small pathway is erected out of the several crates and barrels stacked on top of each other. It didn't take a genius to guess where that path led down to. More boxes, and more chances for loot. Soredell is about to go inside, when something sparkles in the corner of his eye. Looking around, he finally sees a second piece of <<Scrap Metal>> resting on a nearby crate outside of the tent. "Sweet, two down, one to go." he says, putting the metal in his inventory.

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Soredell - Out of Combat Healing Round 12

HP: 55/60 --(+3)--> 58/60

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ID: 76561
LD: 18

 

Edited February 4, 2017 by Soredell

[Soredell 0]

Soredell begins his search through the much larger tent, sorting through crates and barrels for any kind of metal that resembles what he needs. However, it doesn't take long for Soredell to come across the last piece of metal that he needs, making it 3 pieces of <<Scrap Metal>> in his inventory. "Sweet, that's it. That's all of the materials I need. Now lets see..." he says, scrolling through the list of items. As he is scrolling and browsing through the list, he misclicks, accidentally deleting the <<Dark Cloth>> material he needed. "Oh no, no no no no no no no no! Dammit!" he yells in frustration, kicking down a crate in an attempt to vent his anger. "Dammit. stupid misclick, if I didn't, I wouldn't have to search for this material again!" he yells out loud to no one in particular, just frustrated at this turn of events. He then pulls out the piece of parchment and looks at what he needs. Looking at the number listed for dark cloth, he sees that the 1, of you can call it that is written a certain way, almost like a flat 3. Whether it was a 1 or a 3 he couldn't tell. Only way to make sure was to get 3 <<Dark Cloth>> materials. "I hate fetch quests, so so much..." he mutters bitterly to himself.

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Soredell - Out of Combat Healing Round 13

HP: 58/60 --(+3)--> 60/60

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ID: 76562
LD: 20

 

[Soredell 0]

Soredell continues looking through the tent of resources, but at this point it's less of a proper investigation, and more of a police search, where he just tosses stuff around haphazardly in hopes of finding something that even remotely resembles what he is looking for. In this case, that would be <<Dark Cloth>> materials, 3 to be exact. Of course, he wouldn't be in this situation if he had not been stupid and accidentally discarded the material he already had on him. And yes, he was still salty about that. After a few minutes of searching, if you could even call it that, his search comes up short, Soredell having found nothing of use, or anything he needed. No <<Dark Cloth>> here. Well, throwing the boxes of resources around certainly didn't help matters. It was probably better to properly search the boxes the next time around. And he would, when he calmed down.

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ID: 76563
LD: 12

 

[Soredell 0]

Well, chucking things around in a self induced range didn't yield any helpful finds, which was quite obvious. The more obvious option would be to do a proper search this time around, properly searching the contents of the boxes. Like before, the contents of the crates and barrels are filled with items completely foreign to Soredell, but that didn't matter to him right now. His main concern was finding some <<Dark Cloth>> and getting out of here, before anything else comes up to him and attacks him when he's unprepared. Death was not something he needed while doing something as simple as searching for materials. Soredell begins looking through the boxes of mysterious dark elvish contents, properly this time. Thankfully for Soredell, his efforts have been rewarded, after searching through the first few boxes, he finds the first piece of the <<Dark Cloth>> material that he has been desperately searching for. "One down, two to go... again." he mutters to himself.

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ID: 76646
LD: 18

 

Edited February 5, 2017 by Soredell

[Soredell 0]

How typical is it that the second that things are starting to look up, how it appears that his luck is beginning to change, life just finds a way to just take a dump on Soredell. It's as if the Fates of Greek Mythology were planning moments like these, laughing at his expense. The second that he finds the first material, he begins to search through the rest of the tent, properly this time. But thanks to Soredell's 'luck', he can't seem to find any more. Even after searching the entire tent thoroughly, and even double checking to make sure that he didn't miss anything, his searches come up short once again. Another setback in what should really be a simple fetch quest. This was infuriating. Simple search or fetch quests shouldn't be THIS hard. Forget all that trials and tribulations, hard work pays off bulls**t, this was just a manner of getting something, then being done with it, especially something as simple as cloth.

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ID: 76647
LD: 5

 

[Soredell 0]

Well, if something was on a roll, that would really be Soredell's luck right about now. Bad luck that is. Soredell continues to meticulously search through each box, crate, barrel, chest, whatever storage they had contained in that storage tent of those dark elves. Soredell knew that someone, somewhere, out there, they were laughing their heads off at Soredell's expense, and quite frankly at this point, Soredell's pain and misery. Who knew something like a fetch quest would be the catalyst of emotions like misery and pain? If he didn't know it before, he sure as hell did now. Soon enough, Soredell has completely searched the contents of the storage crate for what seems to be the third time now. Or was it the fourth? Soredell had simply lost track of how long he's been searching for the material he needs. "Oh come on! This shouldn't be this hard!" he yells, kicking down a standing barrel in frustration.

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ID: 76756
LD: 4

 

[Soredell 0]

If there were no more in the storage tent, the next obvious solution to Soredell's plight was to search the sleeping tents that the dark elves slept in. Surely there would be some <<Dark Cloth>> there right? Only one way to find out for sure. Soredell got on his hands and knees once again and crawled inside the tent. It was a familiar sight. Sleeping bag, chest, and lamp, rummaged through from his earlier search for the metal. So, Soredell began yet another search through the tent, looking for anything that resembled a <<Dark Cloth>> material. It takes some time, but eventually he finds a piece at the bottom of the small chest. "Oh thank god, that's two down. Just one more cloth and I'm finally done here." he mutters, as he begins to back out of the tent. There were only two more tents to search. Surely he'd find more piece of cloth right?

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ID: 76757
LD: 16

 

Edited February 6, 2017 by Soredell

[Soredell 0]

Soredell gets onto his hands and knees once again and he climbs into the second tent. It is exactly the same as before. Lantern, sleeping bag, small chest, all upturned from his previous search. His previous search didn't make his current search any easier on him as he methodically searched through the tent. No dice, and there is nothing here of use to him. No <<Dark Cloth>>, no useful materials, nothing. Absolutely nothing. Right as he gets some good luck, he just gets hit with more bad luck like a truck. In a fit of absolute frustration and rage, and in his wrath, he completely destroys the two tents that two of the dark elves are sleeping in. Things are ripped apart, destroyed, et cetera et cetera. By the end, the campsite is nothing but completely destroyed, even the storage tent and the fire pit are all destroyed. Well, sans the last tent for the third dark elf. Better hope that there was something useful in there.

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ID: 76758
LD: 11

 

[Soredell 0]

Soredell goes through the last standing tent very quickly, and in the neverending cycle, his finds come up short. No cloth, nothing helpful at all. In a moment of frustration, he kicks out the supports holding the tent out, the tent crumpling down being supported by nothing but air. He briefly considers burning the whole clearing down from some fire purely out of anger, but stops himself realizing how much of a stupid idea that would be. Almost like a spoiled child who didn't get a toy he wanted, he sat down on a nearby log that didn't get overturned during his previous rampage, scowling at whatever remains of the campfire, which quite frankly, isn't a lot. Just a mess of ashes, burnt logs and rocks all scattered about the area. This was becoming absurd. How hard is it to find a simple material right? It shouldn't be this hard that it has turned Soredell into an angry mess hellbent on destroying the area around him, but quite honestly, it was getting close to that point.

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ID: 76759
LD: 3

 

[Soredell 0]

Soredell continues to try and calm himself down, but after all that has happened, its fair to say that he is beyond calming down, or even reasoning. All he wants is that one damn piece of cloth, and if he can't get even that, then he'd settle for nothing less than the destruction of the entire clearing, and if it gets to it, the destruction of the entire damn forest at this rate. He didn't even care anymore. As far as he was concerned, he was just about done with this quest in more ways than one. The worst part about this whole thing was that all of this work would be for a piece of armour. Granted it would be better than what he had, which was nothing, it still wouldn't be so hard for something so simple right? Oh if only it really were that simple. But thanks to Soredell's old enemy, RNG, it seems getting something so simple is going to be impossible.

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ID: 76760
LD: 7

 

[Soredell 0]

Soredell idly wanders through the desolated clearing, barely paying attention to his surroundings. He stomps of a piece of cloth here, kicks a broken piece of wood there, and generally makes a mess of the area while 'searching' for what he needs, if you can even call it 'searching' at this point. It has essentially gotten to the point where Soredell has just about given up on this search since so far it seems to be fruitless. RNG has done nothing but screw him over, his luck completely gone, he's growing tied from searching, as well as destroying the place. "This is becoming nothing short of tedious. If I don't find one more piece of cloth within the next 20 minutes, I'm heading elsewhere." he says to himself, before resuming his search. One way or another, in 20 minutes, Soredell will be gone. Done with this quest and this fruitless search.

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ID: 76862
LD: 3

 

Edited February 7, 2017 by Soredell

[Soredell 0]

In the first 5 minutes, Soredell makes a conscious effort to search the outskirts of the camp, and the rest of the clearing for anything that even remotely resembles the <<Dark Cloth>> that he desperately needs. He meticulously searches through every section of the high grass that surrounds the camp, reminding Soredell of a very green wheat field, where the blades of grass go up to your calves, some reaching up to your hips. Due to the grass' limiting mobility on Soredell, and because of his still bubbling anger, he decides to cut down the grass as he walks, venting his frustration, as well as providing a better view of the ground so he can spot any pieces that have somehow dropped to the ground. Unfortunately for Soredell, even by doing this, he can't seem to find anything of use, no cloth, no materials, absolutely nothing. What a totally unexpected surprise.

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ID: 76869
LD: 11

 

Edited February 7, 2017 by Soredell

[Soredell 0]

Well, Soredell's search of the area surrounding the campsite proved to be nothing more than an absolute waste of time, and a fruitless endeavor. The obvious next step is to search the campsite itself, again, for probably the third time today alone. He has to go and carefully pick through the wreckage, knocking over collapsed debris, and destroyed bits of whatever with his foot, since at this point, he cannot be bothered to get down on his hands and knees once again, search the area. No, this time he would simply nudge, move, or even kick things out of the way. This method of searching has also proven once again to be unproductive to Soredell as he fails once again in his search for any more materials. (seriously, who's even surprised at this point?) He looks at the time. The time indicates that it has been roughly 10 mintues total, thus had 10 more minutes to search before he would leave.

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ID: 76870
LD: 2

[Soredell 0]

Why should Soredell even bother continuing searching? He has searched for quite some time now, and in that time, he was so close to finding what he needed, and closer to finishing this mission and getting himself the armour that he needed. Yet right as he thought he was close to getting the next material he needs, bad luck hits him like a truck and he is constantly left with nothing to gain from his searches. And the cycle is destined to repeat over and over and over again, the only moments of levity he is given is on the rare occasions when he does acquire a material that he actually needs. But right after that he gets thrown back into the cycle. Soredell desperately needed a break from this. So take a break is exactly what Soredell did. Take a break from any searching, even if it was just for 5 more minutes.

[Soredell 0]

Last break, and one way or another Soredell would be done with this mission, with or without that last piece of material that he needs. Soredell gets up, stretching himself after his break, preparing for one more search. He goes through the area carefully one more time, keeping sure to keep himself calm, and not have any violent outbursts that involve destroying things around him. Just as Soredell has given up on searching for the last time, he catches something in the corner of his eye, the last <<Dark Cloth>> that he needs. Rushing over, he quickly checks it, confirming that it is indeed the last piece he needs. Thank god. "Alright, that's every piece of material that I need. Now I can get out of here." he says, making sure the material goes to his inventory and he doesn't delete it this time. Soon after he puts the material away, he can hear voices and rustling in the woods. Monsters. That's all it could be. "No, I'm not dealing with this today, not now." he says, dashing as far away from the clearing as possible

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ID: 76871
LD: 16

 

[Soredell 0]

Soredell continues to run through the woods, trying to get as far away from the clearing, and most likely, the dark elves as possible. He doesn't want to have to stay there any longer than he needs to, and going off his last combat encounter with one of the dark elves, he wasn't anywhere close or even ready to being able to fight any more. As he runs, he continues to look back and listen to see if he is still being followed, or even worse, chased. He somehow miraculously dodges any obstacles in his way, from ditches to fallen trees to large rocks and everything in between, making sure he avoids tripping and falling, something that would put him at a disadvantage if he were to get into a fight right about now. Thank god, Soredell can see the main road from here, and from there, the town, where the armoursmith Griswold and Hanna were waiting for him. All the more reason to haul ass.

[Soredell 0]

Even after getting onto the main road and out of the forest, Soredell keeps on running. Putting as much distance between him and that death forest was probably the best thing that he could do right now. Besides, he had materials to give and armour to get. As he approaches town, and the armoursmith, he slows down his pace, going from a sprint to a jog, and then into a walk respectively. He eventually gets to Griswold and Hanna's armoursmith shop. He walks inside, walking up to both Griswold and Hanna and puts the materials on the counter. "Well, I see yer not dead. That's good at least. Ya got the materials as well. Looks like you just might survive this." he says, taking the materials and examining them. "Well, ya got the materials I needed, and yer not dead. As promised, I'll get started on that armour ya want." he says, taking the material and the parchment with the drawing on it. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but he was worried about you. He was worried that you may not return from this." Hanna says after her husband leaves. "Thats... good to hear. It took me quite a while to get those materials, I just hope it will all be worth it in the end." Soredell says in reply. "I'm sure it will be. Since my husband is making the armour you need, is it alright that you wait for a few minutes?" she asks. "Oh of course, no worries." he says, taking a seat and patiently waiting for Griswold to do his thing.

[Soredell 0]

After about 15 or 30 minutes of waiting, Soredell is called over by Hanna to the counter. Upon arriving there, he sees Hanna at the counter, with Griswold walking in with Soredell's completed armour, exactly to his specifications. "Well, here it is, the armour ya requested as per yer specifications. Made out of the materials that you got and gave me. Now, if there is nothing else, I'll be off." Griswold says before leaving once again. "Thank you kind adventurer for your help. I hope that armour will be put to good use, and please forgive my husband. I know I've said it before, but he really does care." Hanna says to Soredell, giving him a warm smile. "I should be thanking you both for helping me in making my armour. At least with this I can survive out there." he says, looking out the door. "Well, I best be headed off now, thank you once again." he says, waving Hanna goodbye and leaving the store.