[F21-PP] The Wanderer (Nature's Treasure)

[Raidou 1]

What was gained placed away in his own little nook and cranny, taking its place near Ruri who was still attempting to get a handle on alchemy. He assures her that he'd be back, and she should stop and heed Haine's invite. Accompanying the girl to the interior of Coral, Raidou warps down but a single floor. The small mining hamlet of Tomoika, a place that knew him probably as well as he knew it. Taking a small detour to make the delivery to the concealed Charko, before moving to the quest board and recieving the very same quest from but a few hours prior. Nemo again begins to approach, but stops as soon as he acknowledges who it was. A turn of his glare, sees Nemo smile. "Back so soon?" The NPC asks of him, remembering the licking he had gotten from the nomad in red the first time.

Raidou | HP: 860/860 | EN: 104/104 | DMG: 22 | MIT: 117 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | BH: 47 | LD: 6

Spoiler

Raidou, The Red Wanderer
Level: 31
Paragon Level: 60
HP: 860/860
EN: 104/104

Stats:
Damage: 22
Mitigation: 117
Evasion: 4
Accuracy: 3
Battle Healing: 47
Loot Dice: 6

Equipped Gear:
Weapon: Auric Sunlight - Finality of Faith [T4/Perfect/2HSS] +3 Damage
Armor: Robe of the Red Wanderer [T1/Perfect/Cloth] +3 Evasion
Misc: Tactician's Gaze - Ogma [T1/Perfect/Trinket]: +3 Accuracy

Skills:
Searching R5
Cloth Armor R5
Fighting Spirit
Howl
2HSS R5
Battle Healing R5
Extended Mod Limit

Active Mods:
Detect
Focused Howl
Nimble
Ferocity
Vengeful Riposte
Tracking

Inactive Mods:

Active Extra Skills:
Forgotten King’s Authority
Parry
Survival
The Nomad who wanders

Inactive Extra Skills:

Battle Ready Inventory:
Iron Will (Tierless/Unique/Salve) Bloodclot: 1
Terra Firma Scale: 1
Darkness Salve: 3
Mass Heal Crystal: 5
Mass Heal Crystal: 5
Teleport Crystal: 1
Inert Pillar Fragment [Vanity/Broken Glowstone]: 1

 

[Raidou 1]

A simple nod before he begins to take point, and in response Nemo starts that same pursuit. But there were no tricks this time, and the aura that the concealed boss was giving off did not elude to any intention to do him harm this time. Good, then Raidou had no reluctance allowing him to follow in tow. Frankly the swordsman could not afford the distraction, he had his own goals in mind. Ruri needed plants, Eruda needed fabrics. The entire foundation of the guild and the player base as a whole relied on these supply lines, and Raidou was quite proficient in making that growth. It was the foundation at which all things moved forward, the grease that made those wheels turn. A slight memory of what his most recent rendition, that peculiar little object that had come from Giovanna and her compass. He was unconvinced that it could be tied solely to that item, he'd decipher its origin on his own.

[Raidou 1]

Through those slightly yellow mists, the blaring red robe on his back beating a shade through the color. It was easy to pick him out in most places, that fabric hue being so unmistakable on purpose. The banner that covered his hide was the one that most would come to recognize through any distance. Nemo had no trouble keeping up, and doesn't even attempt to cover his mouth from the toxic mist like Raidou. Although he could probably heal through the damage it wrought, he still wasn't one to take unneeded risks. Everything was careful. Practiced. There was a method to his madness, and although not everyone understood what his intentions were. They were clear to him, and that was enough. Eventually the fog begins to become lighter, and with it comes the glimmering sparkles of various nodes. The small corridor untouched by most, that would work to create everything that was in need.

[Raidou 1]

Taking a step into the chamber first, with the NPC still ripe on his tail. "So we're back?" Nemo quipped toward the swordsman who hadn't said not a word yet, who pays him but another simple nod before fiddling with his glasses. Reaching for his robe and peeling it off of his back, he begins to smooth it out and lay it flat like a tarp. "What's the point?" Nemo asks again, prodding for some kind of comment or rebuttal. "It keeps them from being stepped on." Raidou quips rather simply, before he sets his sights on the first of many. Beginning to dig and shift the patch beneath him, Nemo curiously eyeballs the robe. It seemed as though it had seen quite a large amount of travel and smelled like so many different flavors even from a distance. "Why red?" he asks the nomad. A flare of his lenses on his brow. "Its hard to miss."

[Raidou 1]

The steel haired male moves closer to the robe playing tarp, leaning down and taking a glance at it. "So you wear it to be visible?" Nemo asks of Raidou as he continues to build a nice pile of plant life at his side. "Being the center of everything's focus makes tanking easier. Like a bull in an arena, its hard for the color and movement to not be visible." Spoken to the rhythmic breaking of herbs at his side, showing a nice pile beginning to form upon the robes expanse. Raidou was no stranger to this method, same thing every day. "I guess that makes sense now that you mention it, you would kinda stick out like a sore thumb." There was something to wearing your heart on your sleeve like the nomad did, made it harder to not notice it. There was a beautiful simplicity in the fabric, something that need not be replaced.

Forager R2 [70/149]

ID# 190748 results: Craft: 3+2=5, Loot: 9+1=10
LD: 13+ [1 Mat], CD: 6+ [1 Mat]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R2: [73/149]
Total Materials: 0

[Raidou 1]

Nemo shrugs and adverts his gaze from the covering, as Raidou continues to add more and more upon its surface. Reds and golds, a bit of blue and greens. Quite the number of all those cataloged within his book, beginning to form a nice pile side by side in routine. The NPC seemed to start to get bored, as the nomad continued to operate in almost total silence. Like a man on a mission, his hands never cease to move as he shuffles back and forth to each small square in that mentally projected grid. "I am going to go tend to some of the other nodes, you uh..." Nemo pauses for a moment, trying to decipher what it was he was trying to say. "Let me know if you need anything?" it came off as a question, unable to process the phrase bleeding from his lips. It was as if he didn't know why the hell he had said it.

ID# 190749 results: Craft: 1+2=3, Loot: 17+1=18
LD: 13+ [1 Mat], CD: 6+ [1 Mat]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R2: [81/149]
Total Materials: 1

[Raidou 1]

A slight stick in Raidou's movements as his mind hangs for a moment, his hands ceasing motion. "Alright." he remarks as the movement begins again, he having the same sudden disjoint and confusion from the response. It was awkward, neither of them really knew how to respond or perceive the other. They were both weird herb picking silent types, and the distance was almost welcomed. Nemo shuffled away, beginning to sprinkle little bits of green leaves into a nearby pond. The nomad in red, continued to shift and blaze through the patch making that pile of his grow larger and larger. Through his head raced the possibilities, the calculations and measurements. Knowing full well how much he needed of each, to produce what it was he was trying to create. A bit of soil clinging to the ridges in his hands as his glasses continued to try and slide from his face.

ID# 190750 results: Craft: 7+2=9, Loot: 12+1=13
LD: 13+ [1 Mat], CD: 6+ [1 Mat]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R2: [97/149]
Total Materials: 3

[Raidou 1]

Raidou stops and looks to the pile, sliding them over and using an extended index to take tally. A single gold, two reds and two greens. A fair amount for a batch of mass healing crystals, once he made a trip to floor 4 for that cold-ivory. The gold refined into a catalyst, the red and greens when combined produced a healing liquid. Add a drop of gold to strengthen the brew, then a few leaves of white in a powder forced it to crystalize. When broken it would detonate and send that powder off in all directions. Other players hardly knew the routine or the function of such items, or how they came to be. It was through his insistent trial and error he had discovered all the formula he knew. These would be produced to line Shiina's pockets, he'd heard that others had experienced some similar change in their skills but were not quite as corrupted as his were.

ID# 190898 results: Craft: 2+2=4, Loot: 11+1=12
LD: 13+ [1 Mat], CD: 6+ [1 Mat]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R2: [105/149]
Total Materials: 4

[Raidou 1]

He shifts his hips, assuming that the reason his were so malignant was due to his proximity to Shadow when it fell. He was but a few feet from the titan once it expired at Orgoth's hands. That was the only thing he could think of that would rationalize what had transpired. There would be a learning process, where Raidou would ask to reinspect the members of the guild. The more information he had, the easier it would be to plan around it. But that would require another meeting, and more resources to make changes. Which discerned exactly why he was were he was, what he was doing. Step 1 in the process. Silently in the audience chamber of his own head, weighing everyone and what could have possibly been shifted in this alteration to the system as a whole. His own skills simply gained strength once he rediscovered them due to Nemo's hostility.

ID# 190899 results: Craft: 1+2=3, Loot: 17+1=18
LD: 13+ [1 Mat], CD: 6+ [1 Mat]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R2: [113/149]
Total Materials: 5

[Raidou 1]

His thoughts danced on that notion, recalling just how magnified his skills seemed to be in that moment. They all detonated at once, as they screamed back into clarity. His swing from the blade he once knew that was sense transformed by the system as well. It was different, he was different. The damage he pumped out was far greater, he was curious just what else could have followed suit. There was a silent meditation as he continued to work his appendages on autopilot, a concentration in motion. This was working to refine his mind and plans into a finer point, something so simple as gathering being the perfect outlet for producing a more refined course of action. A battle strategy, based on newfound info. To each their own, and this was Raidou's. A tried and true method that had served him well in this passage of time, a similar instance showing before the raid with Jacobs Ladder and the Tarot. The mixed battle force that was produced to contest their way to floor 26.

ID# 190900 results: Craft: 9+2=11, Loot: 14+1=15
LD: 13+ [1 Mat], CD: 6+ [1 Mat]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R2: [129/149]
Total Materials: 7

[Raidou 1]

Weighing through the knowledge he used to keep, the litter of players that were members of the guild. The very one he founded on a shared sense of community, and how they could have grown now. They were magnifying into strength that he was silently fostering from a distance. They were his equals, and this was proof of the very fact. The silent decree of snapping plants continued on excess allowing for no total quiet to take this place. This newly formed garden of Eden, this place that had since sprang up and was created out of thin air. An old soul confused by all that had transpired. Confusion, this almost jarring twist into a new medium was not easy to consume. It was hard to palette these changes, these things that had flipped everything he knew on its head. Pressing such thoughts from his head, trying to keep on task on the matters he could control.

ID# 190901 results: Craft: 8+2=10, Loot: 14+1=15
LD: 13+ [1 Mat], CD: 6+ [1 Mat]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R2: [145/149]
Total Materials: 9

[Raidou 1]

Eruda, the girl sprung at the front of the pack. Then Freyd. Growth that was almost cataclysmic and harsh like a break, where most dwindled and fizzled out they were the two that seemed to create a vacuum. A break in the resistance of air, cutting a path for which the others could follow suit. Haine, in her humility she was all too prime for the position she was placed. She was leagues past the small girl that was so lost before, purpose found and with it strength. Kiluia, a dear old friend that was still his equal and was just as strong as the day they met. Raidou was in pleasant company with the captains, the voices that produced their own cries for victory in the same silence that he wore. There was a gravity to each and every action from them, an image that cast Aincrad in a different light.

ID# 190902 results: Craft: 8+2=10, Loot: 1+1=2
LD: 13+ [1 Mat], CD: 6+ [1 Mat]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R2: [148/149]
Total Materials: 9

[Raidou 1]

They were not the only ones, no, there were a few that he had met in his travels that carried the same gravity and weight in their words and ideals. Bahr, the hot start albeit aggressive had a personality his own. Only but a few words, there was a dormant resolve that was not shared that was obvious. The refusal to submit to what the game considered fact, and to push the boundaries of what was possible. Lessa, that blonde with Riker, who cared what befell the simplest forest on floor 6. When Raidou called to Nemo and spoke of one that would equally guard eden from harm, it was to her he was referring. She'd likely defend the place the same as he had for all these years. There was a sense of nostalgia that clung to the nomads tongue, that flavor of a past with faces and names that mirrored what had been consumed.

ID# 190903 results: Craft: 6+2=8, Loot: 17+1=18
LD: 13+ [1 Mat], CD: 6+ [1 Mat]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R2: [161/149]
Foraging Rank 2 -> 3
Total Materials: 11

[Raidou 1]

Consumed by those very crashing waves that played on repeat like a static of white noise. How many more in a different strand of fate would play the part of captains in this guild. Would he have ended up elsewhere? A question with no answer, for it was simply conjecture. But each of them held that same spirit, that refusal to bend or break to the status quo and what was placed in front of them. To stand in defiance of what was presented, as one uniform force against that tide of black. That very same that had changed everything. The one he perceived quite some time ago when he looked to that blackened lake of Tanabata with the glimmering starfield of lanterns that played the part of the souls trapped here in its inky mass. They were the writers of this story, although they did not wish it so.

ID# 190904 results: Craft: 6+2=8, Loot: 11+1=12
LD: 12+ [1 Mat], CD: 5+ [1 Mat], 9+ [2 Mats, 1500 col]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R3: [177/299]
Total Materials: 13

[Raidou 1]

They were cast upon this stage to play contestant against the malevolent force that wished to put them to the knife. Raidou was playing the part of scribe, of book keeper. Baldur, Shield, Mari. Crozeph, Yuki. He was simply the paper that carried their stories, the extension of all they were willing to teach. Without knowing, they had forged the blade he held. Cast it and sharpened it, he lived in their images. A raised fist, a battle cry. Although it never came out quite how he had planned, whenever he spoke he was racked with that inhibition that broke away his strength. But it was their voices he was personifying, that he was mirroring once he chose to take to speech. A million voices and lessons in a melding pot that formed a man. In some small way, each of them were who he was even though they had no idea.

ID# 190905 results: Craft: 10+2=12, Loot: 18+1=19
LD: 12+ [1 Mat], CD: 5+ [1 Mat], 9+ [2 Mats, 1500 col]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R3: [193/299]
Total Materials: 16
Total Col: 1500

[Raidou 1]

It wasn't just them though, it was also the multiple waves of enemies he had faced. Byakko, Hebinishu, Absolute Zero. Every boss put these goals and lessons to the test. Time and time again they were proved as fact, as he mirrored them all upon those battlefields and walked away clad in crimson unscathed. Proof to the ideal, proof to the voice and proof to the teaching. He could not put to words, lace it with silver and get it to strike true through the fog of disbelief that others found so readily racked the thoughts that clouded their vision. They wouldn't understand what it meant to be where they stood, those faceless and nameless masses that chose to hide from the conflict, the burning walls and soil stained in crimson that was washed red and of copper of those that had fallen before them. They would remain in bliss of pure ignorance, for no words would ever breach the walls they had cast over their ears.

ID# 190906 results: Craft: 4+2=6, Loot: 20+1=21
LD: 12+ [1 Mat], CD: 5+ [1 Mat], 9+ [2 Mats, 1500 col]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R3: [209/299]
Total Materials: 18
Total Col: 1500

[Raidou 1]

What would they do if those with the will to stand and fight all expired? Would they become weak and choose to accept the hand that fate had dealt them. Look to those cards and choose to fold? Allow that overseer to enjoy in their pity, their self doubt and allow them to play the part of farmer or ants in the glass? Raidou was not convinced that he would allow such a droll existence of them all, growing bored of his play things that would no longer stand and fight against the war he had planned. That was a fact that most had not thought about, hadn't allowed to cross their minds. If they were out of those that would fight back, bite the hand that fed them. Would they even be allowed to live like they thought they could? Or would everything end once that boredom set in, and they would die for nothing that mirrored that which they stood for.

ID# 190907 results: Craft: 10+2=12, Loot: 12+1=13
LD: 12+ [1 Mat], CD: 5+ [1 Mat], 9+ [2 Mats, 1500 col]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R3: [225/299]
Total Materials: 21
Total Col: 3000

[Raidou 1]

His mind raced with all these questions as his hands continued to burn away, pluck away and claim more and more of the stuff without any input from him. Practiced to the point where he could dive into this sea of strung thoughts and still remain functional and to the naked eye, he'd seem perfectly unfazed. Nemo hadn't even noticed this tangent, as there was never any pause in his movements. This was where his mind was allowed to wander as such, when his feet were not in motion and his mind was allowed to beat that path. Sharpening and cutting through what was fact, deducing the conjecture and picking apart what needed further inspection. There was always more to ponder, to question and to reflect upon, so many pasts and so many faces. Raidou was a tempered insanity behind a cold demeaner that never eluded to such, made clear through reflection and focus. A flame pushed through a furnace, a thunderstorm on a rod.

ID# 190908 results: Craft: 3+2=5, Loot: 17+1=18
LD: 12+ [1 Mat], CD: 5+ [1 Mat], 9+ [2 Mats, 1500 col]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R3: [241/299]
Total Materials: 23
Total Col: 3000

[Raidou 1]

Lightning, and thunder. The gemini. The one that none had seen. His. As Raidou lifts to his heels and shuffles to a large hunk of stone. A slam of his weapon as that static washes his blade in yellow. A thunderous crash and fragments from it as it collapses. A smattering and scattering of shards that ricochet off of every nook and cranny that they could reach. A kneel after a sheathing of his blade, digging through the wreckage as he began to pluck and pick what was rich enough to take. A few lines drawn in goldish green, some unknown to him metal that would surely suit Griswold's pursuits. Sorting them as he dived deeper into that retrospection, peeling back the layers of his frayed mind and seeing what jumped out to bite him. Giving it a chance to breath and pass by, so he may learn from what lay dormant in these moments in isolation where no one could see him suffer.

ID# 190909 results: Craft: 6+2=8, Loot: 4+1=5
LD: 12+ [1 Mat], CD: 5+ [1 Mat], 9+ [2 Mats, 1500 col]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R3: [244/299]
Total Materials: 23
Total Col: 3000

[Raidou 1]

His Gemini, the one that no one ever had the pleasure of meeting. One that he had buried long ago after it was left alive. It hadn't become known that he ever had such a thing, and even still its abilities still lingered. It was why he knew so much about what defeating such a thing, how much it would change you. The very reason why he had dragged those founding members up the side of that mountain, offered them his arm and allowed them to face it. It was the means to an end, one that none of them could have foresaw. They were growing faster than he could keep tabs on them, even more so under the guidance of the captains that were placed carefully. Pieces on the board that had been following the set course, the slight alterations on the path that had been moved so minimally that they had blew past all but unnoticed. 

ID# 190910 results: Craft: 8+2=10, Loot: 17+1=18
LD: 12+ [1 Mat], CD: 5+ [1 Mat], 9+ [2 Mats, 1500 col]
Foraging attempts: +3 EXP
Successful forage: +8 EXP
Critical forage: +16 EXP
Foraging R3: [260/299]
Total Materials: 26
Total Col: 4500